[ Featuring the Moaners ]
When I woke up, first thing I did was knock over last night's cup
A cool glass of fantasy'd be nice, but I'm drinking a tall glass, of harsh reality on ice
All my dreams, are fading faster than my jeans
Ripped out holes in the knees
Sun is high, I'm dry on the line by noon
Hung over on you
Hung over on you
I don't fit in, to yesterday's clothes, I am still wearin' thin
Too close to tell, after one night of heaven, it's hard to stand the hell
