The Connoisseur Of Great Excuse

Of all the foolish things to do I became a connoisseur of great excuse And my pessimistic past the blame Will never make this go away Of all the foolish things I've said That keep me sleepy almost dead I'm sorry if I've let you down My eyes were closed, they're open now I'm waking up I am waking up I am waking up I awake And this has all been said before I've listened but then I ignored My ears grew deaf My head gave up The junkie knows not when to stop Of all the foolish alibis The constipated push for why I've had a blanket pulled over my eyes Oh hush now baby don't you cry I'm waking up I am waking up I am waking up I'm awake Coming I am waking up I'm ready I am waking up Dada da da da daaa