I get sick in the morning
When I realize my dreams aren't coming true
It's like a trick in the morning
When I look around and see this empty room
I get sick in the morning
When I think of all the time lost without you
Sick in the morning
I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do

Burned out on fries and chips and I
Torched all relationships and I
Can't seem to find a job and I'm
Not mad enough to join a mob

Good ideas evaporate
Through the years
Good ideas evaporate
Through the years

I get sick in the morning
When realize my dreams aren't coming true
It's like a trick in the morning
When I look around and see this empty room
I get sick in the morning
When I think of all the time lost without you
Sick in the morning
I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do

Lost all the friends that kept me glad
Can't shake the ones that keep you sad
No cash to spend on stupid things
Reach now for cigarettes not dreams

Good ideas evaporate
Through the years
Good ideas evaporate
Through the years

Good ideas evaporate
Through the years
Good ideas evaporate
Through the years

I get sick in the morning
When I realize my dreams aren't coming true
It's like a trick in the morning
When I look around and see this empty room
I get sick in the morning
When I think of all the time lost without you
Sick in the morning
I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do
I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do
I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do
I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do
I wonder what the hell I'm gonna doooo