The morning after
nothing goes my way today
fights so unnecessary; thoughts so pointless
i recall the scenes so scattered

Whistling tones, heavy bass
recreating a life full, of wonder
of the unexpected
of new experiences

Down, down, down, down
it goes further and deeper
into my veins
i long for it

blurry lights, red hues
spread across the room
rendering my vision blurry
slowly it keeps deteriorating
- please stop yelling -

out, out, out, out
it leaves my dreadful system
tracing itself into the dark
flushed away from my chaotic self

Back to proper consciousness
i regain my position
i step forward to reclaim my title
of keeping everyone at bay

Misinterpreted phrases enter their ears
the stars dance in their eyes
drunken thoughts collecting inside their head
misleading scenes play in the corner of their eyes

The morning after
the dreaded things i have to clear up
still they don't understand, they push me forward
to the centre of the stage, waiting for my play of explanation

Why are the mornings without the headaches
hardest to live through?