You wake up somedays and your head hurts   Like none of the lights in your house work   Youve been up all night spending other peoples money   Its time to slow down from the speed that your running      Its hard sometimes being yourself   Like discarded rags on your top shelf   You put on your clothes that you wore just once   And your out of fashion and shes out of class      Everyones always asking "When were going away?"   Nobodys ever saying "When are we here to stay?"   Theres a hole in my pocket and a presure in my head   Who are these people getting me out of bed      You wake up somedays and your head hurts   Like none of the lights in your house work   Youve been up all night spending other peoples money   Its time to slow down from the speed that your running      Everyones always asking "When were going away?"   Nobodys ever saying "When are we here to stay?"   Theres a hole in my pocket and a presure in my head   Who are these people getting me out of bed      (Hey now holy cow, i dont know what we were doing)   You wake up somedays and your head hurts   (Oh wee look at me, we dont know what we were doing)   Its hard sometimes being yourself   (Thats alright)   Youve been up all night spending other peoples money   Its time to slow down from the speed that your running   You put on your clothes that you wore just once   And your out of fashion and shes out of class