Hungover

I put my face on backwards, I do my hair just right

I stumble through the bathroom door, I trip and tie my shoes too tight

I'm coming up to breathe, I'm going out for air

It's not that I have a disease, it's really just that I don't care

I'm looking over my shoulder, having it out with the world

Guess we weren't meant for each other, guess she's not my kind of girl

I left my phone at the movies, I left my socks in the drawer

I left my hope in the sheets, I just don't care anymore

Head in the clouds, chat with the birds

Now I have a crowd, but I don't have the words