Waking up worryin'nwaking up to see your cans and bottles thrown across the floornnwaking up hurtingngrabbing for a can of morenSomeone's coat there hanging on the doorncan't remember the night beforennto the bathroom confess your sinsnand sing some early morning hymnsnnStumble down the hallwaynupstairs to second floornfeeling calm now as you reach the doornnjust about to lose itnsomeone's in they locked the doornfalling down now yeah here it comesnthe spinning room, the crushing tonsnnand not that pain that won't go awayncurse and wallow in shamennhours later when you wake up againnin a mess and a note from a friendnnit's signed Kelly, just hope you get well soonncause I wanna go out tonightnsorry about that little fightnwho's that girl sleeping in your roomnthey said she knew your tune