BODEGA

I woke up with my shoes on in bed
And a stank in my breath, and a voice in my head
I get my usual fix with checker with John
Like donner with Don, the hair of the dog
To the couch
To the bodgea
To a house
To somewhere other than my thoughts
To the couch
To the bodgea
To a house
To somewhere other than my thoughts
Now it's not even noon
I'm pouring something in my OJ
It got me feeling just a little more ok
Think I'm tipsy cause I walked into a door
And the slope is getting slippery
Cause my drink is on the floor

To the bar
To the bodega
Throw it back
Now aren't you feeling so much better
To the bar
To the bodega
Throw it back
Now aren't you feeling so much better
Aren't you feeling so much better
Feeling so much better

So much fun when there's nothing else to do
Diving in the deep end of an empty pool
So much fun when you're hitting on your walls
If you wanna feel it you know who to call
If you wanna feel it you know who to call
If you wanna feel it you know who to call
Teleported to a lawn chair
Sliding [?] slow-mo
I'm on the edge of a cliff hanging on by a thread to the edge of tomorrow
Trying to piece it together
My POV's gone horizontal
I feel like it's time to go home
But I cannot see shit by the end of the bottle

To the bar
To the bodega
Throw it back
Now aren't you feeling so much better
To the bar
To the bodega
Throw it back
Now aren't you feeling so much better

So much fun when there's nothing else to do
Diving in the deep end of an empty pool
So much fun when you're hitting on your walls
If you wanna feel it you know who to call
So much fun when there's nothing else to do
Diving in the deep end of an empty pool
So much fun when you're hitting on your walls
If you wanna feel it you know who to call