The Hangover

I’ve been awake
For such a long time
Drinking, dancing
Chained to a line
Of repeating, stealing
The dignity of lust
Smoking, hoping
For a bond or some trust
I follow your footsteps
Straight to your bed
Pulling up the sheets
Reaching my head
Controlling my mind
I’m spinning around
So I’ll lay here once more
Without making a sound
And I long for his body
As he closes the door
But how do I know
Where he did it for?
As streets turn empty
I see a glimpse of the sun
And again I know
The hangover has won.