When the sun rises
I'll always be hunted by the memories
of the moans and the screams
The laughter and the tears
Torn in two if I should feel
remorse or confidence
with what happened
With you and me
Should I be sated
with the satisfaction of my thirst
or guilty, with all the things I should have said
After a while, I'll reminisce with a cup of coffee
while you finish your last cigar
and leave me thirsty again