The Day After

Your hangover fades and the fog gives way again
You shun the light, your limbs so heavy
Sweet memories of the previous night return
Out on the piss you spent your last money
You've had a great time, a good laugh until late
But still there's an urge to put something straight

The previous night some decent hours were spent
There is a face behind your blurred remains
And you almost hoped the height you felt would never end
The morning only spoils the memory
Of all the feel now there's only left a bit
And commonplace slowly takes the rest of it

Done some brain cells
Endless barroom nights
I'm used to the old headaches
Yeah, it was fine
So why this bitter smack that you cannot name ?
The day after, there's no laughter
(again this time)

Well, nothing you have done was to regret
What is it that makes you forget the fun you had?
You wish you could turn back the wheel of time
Although as far as you can see you're act the same

After all one thing remained
This bitter smack you can't explain