By now I should already be in bed
But the heart sings it out in a melancholy mood
And am still wasting time having to brood
The six pc nuggets and all the sauces
I have truly exhaust all resources
Trying to cut down somehow in vain
In time I should be back up again
Just as bad, am still hooked to the nicotine and tar
It doesn't matter that I've got this far
It didn't really matter what I have achieved so far
It didn't quite make sense that I didn't head back to the bar
