so much for that (the beginning and end)

so this is how my day begins?
head split open once again.
I'll fill my gut with everything.
something ought to kill the pain.
i know, i know it will all end.
but then do i fill it up again?
and what's killing me,
it's not the pain.
it's that i finally felt good again.
but this what we do.
baby we'll get through.
we'll make up like we always do.
if only i could pick the days.
that i would wake up and feel this way.
I'd lay down with you and face the weather.
and we could both be miserable together.