The Cure for a Hangover
Becoming Bristol's Musical Journey Through Hangover Reflections
Lyrics
Monday morn and I come to
Expressing the start of a new week and waking up.
Feel the scorn tight like a noose
Feeling criticized or judged intensely, creating a suffocating feeling.
Oh god I really hate this part
Strong dislike for a particular situation or experience.
Crawl on up to my knees
Moving towards a humble position, perhaps seeking redemption.
Hide my conscious far beneath
Concealing guilt or moral awareness beneath the surface.
The thought that this isn't my fault
Denial of personal responsibility, attributing blame elsewhere.
And I hear that old shoulder friend saying
Reference to an internal voice, possibly representing conscience or conflicting thoughts.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Repetition of a dismissive phrase, suggesting disregard for advice or warnings.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
-But this time it's not enough to dull my mind
Acknowledging the ineffectiveness of the usual coping mechanism (shoulder friend's advice).
I've been thinking bout the different ways
Contemplation on avoiding self-reflection and resorting to substances for relief.
I hide from the mirror and medicate
Using substances as a means of escape from facing one's true self.
The cure for a hangover stays the same
Emphasizing the repetition of seeking a remedy for the aftermath of indulgence.
And I can't take the pressure of this choice
Feeling overwhelmed by the consequences of choices and societal expectations.
But I can't have it both ways
Facing a dilemma but unable to find a satisfactory solution.
Consume till I drop
Engaging in excessive consumption until reaching a breaking point.
Shut my brain off
Attempting to numb the mind and escape from reality.
I'll keep on till I hate myself
Continuing self-destructive behavior despite its negative effects.
Asleep in a ditch
Metaphorically describing a low point or rock bottom.
Blur each minute
Blurring the passage of time, possibly through substance use.
Oh it's hell, yeah it's hell
Expressing the misery and difficulty of the current situation.
And I've been thinking bout the different ways
Repetition of the theme: seeking a consistent solution for the consequences of indulgence.
I hide from the mirror and medicate
-The cure for a hangover stays the same
-And I can't take the pressure of this choice
-And I've been thinking bout the different ways
-I hide from the mirror and medicate
-The cure for a hangover stays the same
-And I can't take the pressure of this choice
-But I can't have it both ways
Expressing the impossibility of having the best of both worlds.
I wake up in the backseat
Describing a chaotic and possibly regrettable situation involving physical harm.
The feel of dried blood on my lips
-I hear her say that she's worried
-But she don't know the half of it
-Cause even when I am drowning
-Through the haze I feel the grip
-Of a conscious that damns me
-To turn around and face it
-I've been thinking bout the different ways
Continued reflection on avoiding self-awareness and relying on substances to cope.
I hide from this mirror and medicate
-And I've been thinking bout the different ways
-I hide from the mirror and medicate
-The cure for a hangover stays the same
-And I can't take the pressure of this choice
-But I can't have it both ways
Acknowledging the difficulty of making choices under pressure.
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