Gibbons - I Felt So Mighty Lyrics

Maybe it was a bad idea to go out
Grab my things, and I promise to call you when I leave my house
Last night I checked my bank account but it didn't look good
I can't afford this lifestyle anymore

Wake up with a sour stomach, hold my hair back while I vomit
It isn't a good look and these feelings have me shook up and down my spine
Talk it over on this ride
And by some miracle we'll make it home alive

I guess it's time to pack it in, it's getting late
I just don't get this place at all but who am I to complain
I want my room and I want my bed
As anxious as can be, I should sleep but instead I choose to

Wake up with a sour stomach, hold my hair back while I vomit
It isn't a good look and these feelings have me shook up and down my spine
Talk it over on this ride
And by some miracle we'll make it home alive