Hangover

Rat a tat tat tat

What do ya think about that

Brushing the cobwebs outta my senses

Woke up all alone, without your kisses


Pieces of my gear all over your place

Naked with a new tattoo and a aching face

Grabbing my things I spit in the sink

My eyes not focused on your child like sleep

Watching your lovely tummy raise and fall, with each breath

While I slide one leg and hop into my denim jeans

Taking a peek through the blinds of your place

As I pull on my worn and scuffed chaps

I see my bike, sitting under a big ole maple tree


I take the last cold beer from your fridge

Your panties, I find under the crooked bed

I tuck them into my leather jacket pocket

I run my hand gently through your long, sweat filled hair

While taking a moment to remember your laugh

I rinse the taste of you down slow


Softy, I lay the empty bottle in the trash

Pulling on my jacket and checking for my keys

I stop for a smoke, pulling one from your pack

Blowing smoke rings, observing the dirt on the bottom of your, sweet feet

Stepping outside, the screen door slips and slams

I hear you cough and shift in the bed


Crushing the smoking butt and straddling my bike

I look back at your window and smile

I fire up and kick her in gear

Later babe, it was fun and real

Hitting the road for work with the wind in my face

Shaking my head and thinking, no, unreal



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