Head Hurts Songtext / Lyric

You wake up some days and your head hurts
Like none of the lights in your house work
You've been up all night spending other people's money
It's time to slow down from the speed that you're running

It's hard sometimes being yourself
Like discarded rags on your top shelf
You put on the clothes you know fit you ocne
But you're out of fashion and she's out of class

Everyone's always asking
When we're going away
No one's ever saying
When are we here to stay
There's a hole in my pocket
And a pressure in my head
Who are all these people
Getting me out of bed

You wake up some days and your head hurts
Like none of the lights in your house work
You've been up all night spending other people's money
It's time to slow down from the speed that you're running

Everyone's always asking
When we're going away
No one's ever saying
When are we here to stay
There's a hole in my pocket
And a pressure in my head
Who are all these people
Waking up the dead

Hey now, holy cow
I don't know what I was thinking
Oh see, look at me
We don't know what we were thinking
But that's all right Yeah,
that's all right