Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move.

And sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on And your friends they sing along and they love you But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in it's absence But you'll fight and you'll make it through You'll fake it if you have to And you'll show up for work with a smile You'll be better you'll be smarter And more grown up and a better daughter