When your head hits your pillow
And your eyes run liquid
The rose slips from your hand
To another man
What's your plan
Waking ups a natural nightmare
Most days, it doesn't seem fair
Keep rolling with the punches,
Keep pretending that you don't care
Most days you're grounded
Head-fixed on the right way round
You pretend when around them
But you can't when alone
It's there, in front of you
It's clear, you were too late
Waking up is a natural nightmare
Most days, it doesn't seem fair
Keep rolling with the punches,
Keep pretending that you don't care
You care