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
Keep on feeding my liquid illusions.
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
Keep on feeding my liquid illusions.
Morning promises, tomorrow's treasons
Keep on feeding nothing.
Nothing.
D.O.A.
(I hate myself too when I'm drunk.)