I’ve got nothing better to do, so I guess I’ll get the hell out of bed I better not drink tonight or all of my thoughts might spill out of my head On second thought, it might be better if I just go back to sleep instead I can’t tell if this is the rest of my life or I’m already dead I gotta stop getting so high I gotta stop getting so loaded Did my folks ever have to deal with this shit? Well I don’t know that they did.