Hangovers used to be the norm
Despair tastes bitter at sunrise
Uncomfortable before the storm
With no intention of compromise
Fine details will slowly fade away
A small price for hanging out late
Once intoxicated it’s hard to stray
No chaser when shooting straight
Got carried away so many times
Liquid flowing from a blissful tap
My words complete with rhymes
She’s the lure to that familiar trap
I know her well though not really
It’s kinda complicated to explain
We’re hands off yet touchy-feely
Falling fast and circling the drain
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