Those nights when you’re partying for hours

The drugs are wearing off, noone seems to have anymore

The drinks are empty, the dealers have turned off their phones

Then you hear the birds start chirping, the sky starts getting brighter

You look at yourself in the mirror, see a gaunt pale face staring back

Wish someone would shoot you because you just spent all your money

Plus some you didn’t have, and did a bunch of regretful shit, Yeah

I don’t reminisce about those mornings…anymore…