Woke up faded, phone on mute
Head full of dreams that don't compute
Woke up faded, I don't know where I've been
Memories blur like bottles of gin
Still I rise, even drunk on the sin
Tryna make sense of the storm I'm in
Lost track of the night before
Texts from her I just ignore
Eyes low but spirit sore
What am I even fighting for?
Another night, another haze
Still praying I find my way