The Cure for a Hangover

Monday morn and I come to Feel the scorn tight like a noose Oh god I really hate this part Crawl on up to my knees Hide my conscious far beneath The thought that this isn't my fault And I hear that old shoulder friend saying Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah But this time it's not enough to dull my mind I've been thinking bout the different ways I hide from the mirror and medicate The cure for a hangover stays the same And I can't take the pressure of this choice But I can't have it both ways Consume till I drop Shut my brain off I'll keep on till I hate myself Asleep in a ditch Blur each minute Oh it's hell, yeah it's hell And I've been thinking bout the different ways I hide from the mirror and medicate The cure for a hangover stays the same And I can't take the pressure of this choice And I've been thinking bout the different ways I hide from the mirror and medicate The cure for a hangover stays the same And I can't take the pressure of this choice But I can't have it both ways I wake up in the backseat The feel of dried blood on my lips I hear her say that she's worried But she don't know the half of it Cause even when I am drowning Through the haze I feel the grip Of a conscious that damns me To turn around and face it I've been thinking bout the different ways I hide from this mirror and medicate And I've been thinking bout the different ways I hide from the mirror and medicate The cure for a hangover stays the same And I can't take the pressure of this choice But I can't have it both ways