3 AM, I'm drunk again,
my head is standing underneath my puke,
so make it stop, I'm getting off.

Sedatives and dizzy spells
and spilling my guts beneath my puke
So make it stop, I'm getting off.

Well, slipped into a coma once again.
Where's my organ donor
To lend a hand.

One night stands and cheap regrets,
I take another drag off of my cigarette,
make it stop, I'm getting off.

So when you think you're all alone,
no one's left to come around,
drop like flies and empathize,
cause I know that I will someday,
and I know that I will suffocate.

interesting ...Jers