Reality.

I woke up this morning, feeling great
You're always there to control my fate
Make some toast, and drink some tea
Is this the way life was meant to be?

Repetition just goes on and on
It's like I'm playing the same old song
Horrible vocals and a guitar that's off tune
Hopefully we'll have a good afternoon

We played all night and made some cash
But what's the point, it's spent on hash
It's been this way for about ten years
The only reason we do it is to suppress the tears

Today will be different, it has to be
I have to prove how much she means to me
I'll respect her wishes and stop getting high
I'll crush this thing I'm dominated by.

About a week ago I set a goal
All for you, my sweet Nicole.
The crying has stopped, you've eased the pain
But now you're the one taking hits of cocaine.