Ceiling,I want to pack up my bags and leave.I need a pep talk to get me out of bed,And a pack of pills to heal this head.I look around and the place is a tip,No I havenât seen your phoneWhenâs the last time you saw it?With such good intentionsHow did it all go to shit?Iâm so sick of the fights andThe âwhat happened last nightâs.Ceiling,I want to pack up my bags and leave.I need a pep talk to get me out of bed,And a pack of pills to heal this head.I can smell spirits and the l and b,Stale on your breath,But keep breathing andBreathe life back into this mess.Iâm so sick of the fights andThe âwhat happened last nightâs.One, twoâs a laugh.Threeâs unforgivable andFourâs just a piss-take, man.