Ever wake up from a long night out?
When you're not sure if you're still drunk or hung over
You're stumbling through the hall
Stopping half way and bracing yourself using both arms against the grace of the unfaltering walls
When all of the blurred memories are dashing behind your eyes
Finally make it to the kitchen with the homely smell of coffee brewing
Snuggled up tight and grasped by an amazing sweater watching the drizzle out the window
That's what your love does to me.