"Uptight" he called me
Fast forward to Friday night
The substance is alcohol and just like that night
It is in my memory fading quickly like the smoke went and did
Bottoms up, clouds up
And I'm downing a pink and bitter drink
Because after careful calculation I've realized
this is the one my uptight tongue can handle
This is the one to loosen my screws
A swallow later I'm daring myself to go on
To unstrap and subtract myself from the equation I live by
How could I avoid being this way when I've been living on autopilot
So I get wasted and puke
I've been such a cliche the past 2 hours
My head's in the bushes...
And the morning after, I strap myself into a car seat
And the morning activity is much too much for the throbbing
But I like it
I can't stand the sunlight
I finally stopped tolerating it
I'm sensitive to noise again
I'm a wreck and I'm alive
I laugh out loud in the driver's seat
Turn down the old song that is suddenly new again
Uptight is right, but I nod my head to the rhythm
