it's the little things we do

well i woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye

because last night it felt like the best night of my life

now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides

and i don't understand why my brain wants to die

i had women

wine

party time and everything that mattered

and when i woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters

i had bits of lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast

and my lips are blue

my toes are numb and i think i've got the shivers

it's the little things we do when you go out in the night

and it's pay day today just for having a good time

as your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive

why do i feel like death just for having a good time

so i get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich

but the ham and cheese

margarine they speak an evil language

it says don't eat me i don't deserve to be there in your stomach"