Call Your Mom

When you wake up hungover in bed

The second time this month you'll never wanna drink again

Remember how last night you lashed out at your friends

And left the party wordless with a cloud over your head

Stormed out on the street, bummed a cigarette

Left a couple voicemails that you wish you could forget

The way it was when you were seventeen

Before your heart surrendered and you gave up on your dream

And now you are alone, sitting up in bed

With a pit inside your stomach and a pounding in your head

It's good that you feel sick, it's good that you feel shame

It means you've hit the bottom and you've gotta make a change