Morning Sickness

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
i get sick in the morning
i wonder what the hell i'm going to do

burnt out on fries and chips
tourched all relationships
can't seem to find a job
not mad enough to join a mob

good ideas evaporate
through the years

lost all the friends that kept me glad
can't shake the ones that keep me sad
no cash to spend on stupid things
reach now for cigarettes not dreams