The Connoisseur Of Great Excuse

Of all the foolish things to do
I became a connoisseur of great excuse
And my pessimistic past the blame
Will never make this go away
Of all the foolish things I've said
That keep me sleepy almost dead
I'm sorry if I've let you down
My eyes were closed, they're open now

I'm waking up
I am waking up
I am waking up
I awake

And this has all been said before
I've listened but then I ignored
My ears grew deaf
My head gave up
The junkie knows not when to stop
Of all the foolish alibis
The constipated push for why
I've had a blanket pulled over my eyes
Oh hush now baby don't you cry

I'm waking up
I am waking up
I am waking up
I'm awake
Coming
I am waking up
I'm ready
I am waking up
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