Last nights memories went spindling down the toilet.
Literally splinding down the toilet
And I wish I understood them before they left
I wish I could remember your hot breath on my neck
Or your hand in between my thighs
I'm never one to take risks
But I wish I played this one safe
It's not fun waking up and not remembering a mutual effort to escape
The realities of life
the post anxiety regrets just aren't worth the uncomprehendable fun
I'll sit the next one out
In effort to string together the last round
I'm regretting something I don't even remember
Isn't that funny how it works