Took a drive to clear my head.
Then woke up to a stranger in my bed.
No sound came out of me.
Even though my throat was in agony.
Stumbled my way to my kitchen.
With no care of how much shit I'm in.
Gulps down cold faucet water.
First memory flash of the beautiful stranger.
This isn't the worst hangover I've had.
Until she walks in with a face that's mad.
Second memory flash of my night.
How I got into an accidental fight.
No idea on how we ended up at my place.
Or why she walks up to me and grabs my face.
She smells like a rose but tastes like whiskey.
Her soft lips make me feel tipsy.
