Woke up this morning
Eyes bloodshot red
Empty pack of cigarettes, with this poundin' in my head
So hard to move
So hard to move
My mouth is dry
Lungs they are black
All my fingers stained yellow, this sickness will never pass
So hard to move
So hard to move
I'm not ok
I'm not alright
No one to blame but myself for feeling this way
The sun is rising
My vision is dim
All my body is dying fast
Not knowing where the f*ck it has been
So hard to move
So hard to move
I'm not ok
I'm not alright
No one to blame but myself for feeling this way
I call into work, tell them I'm ill
Fall asleep on the sofa, then I go and pop another pill
So hard to move
So hard to move
I'm not ok
I'm not alright
No one to blame but myself for feeling this way