hungover on a thursday

sitting in a dark silent room
like it's 3 am

pour a drink
pour a shot
if the thirst doesn't consume you
you know you're bound to drown

you know you won't get this at a cheaper price
if you've got a better option know you're lying

so here we go
let's act like it's the first time
it's been a minute and we're lost
blowing dust off of maps
that we've long since forgotten

so here we go
let's pretend
we won't regret it in the morning
but let's pretend
that it's warm enough to send you home
but how did i get stuck here
i'm coming off my buzz
i'm blowing off the dust

yet again
it's still a one night stand
even the third and fourth time
the north south roads i drove down
will see me in the morning
driving home hungover
smelling of regret

goddammit i'm just stuck
and you're my blue-eyed roadblock
pour a drink
take a shot
how come i never learned to swim
or navigate the waves of your dark hair
my breath is growing thin

9 am the party's over
and listen
so are we
this time i swear i mean it
no more waking in the closet
with clothes all on the floor
i swear this time i mean it

i swear this time i mean it