One of those sunday mornings |
Too many times I've woken up in strangers' sheets
Pulsating lobes caused by tequila and sheap beer
Meaningless conversations about love and politics
How could that lead to me ending up here?
The light is too bright
What the fuck happend here last night?
How did I get here anyway? A cab or a city bus?
How much did I drink...I mean really...
A femiliar taste in my mouth.
A number of new massages on my voice mail. Pressed delete
Looking for my one socks. Try to be as quite as possible.
Don't wanna wake... what's his name?
I have to start pay attention.
He said the sweetest things, like candy to my ears.
Bunch of shit probably. He had a cute smile, though...
Johanna Waern - 06
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