Late again and buzzed – she’ll have my hide.
Crashing here on the couch to sleep
it off. Hearing her nag me? No rush.
Clocked out early, beat the evening rush
Claimed my favorite stool with soft cow hide
Drank enough to put my fears to sleep.
Pounding headache pulls me out of sleep.
Shit! I’m late for work. I gotta rush.
Grab some coffee, find a place to hide.
Hide my hangover, curse my lack of sleep then wait until I can rush back to the bar.