My head pounds from the drink.
I'm praying for a good excuse
To lie in bed and think
I'll be right for the 12th tomorrow
If I can just sleep through today.
The september sun is burning
Labors prospect brings dismay.
But i've got work to do
That if I skip i'll get the sack.
I need a miricle
To get the suits up off my back.
So please god, a distraction.
Something big enough to set
The bosses sights upon the distance
and my tardieness forget.
The tv hurts my bloodshot eyes
The morning news I see
It seems that god granted my wish
This day belongs to me.
So thank you Eris god of discord
I see i'm truly blessed
I think of you as I close my eyes
And enjoy my hard earned rest.
