D.O.A. (Drunk Once Again)

Awaken by a bird song sounding like a steel fork on

the bottom of a saucepan,

I yawned and scared myself with the wet dog smell coming

from the hole that used to be my mouth

(but for now, there's a sponge inside).



Morning promises, tomorrow's treasons

D.O.A.

Keep on feeding my liquid illusions

D.O.A.

Morning promises, tomorrow's treasons

D.O.A.

Drunk Once Again...



Wine stains, puke smells

If I drink again I'll go to hell

Locked door, I'm too tired

Sitting on my pride, I'll sleep outside



Morning promises, tomorrow's treasons

D.O.A.

Keep on feeding my liquid illusions

D.O.A.

Morning promises, tomorrow's treasons

D.O.A.

Keep on feeding nothing

Nothing

D.O.A.

(I hate myself too when I'm drunk)