In the morning he wakes up
And things start out just the same
With a smile and a gentle touch
Figures float inside his brain
He doesn't like it
He tries to fight it
Another useless complaint
He thinks he'll hide it
Once he can find it
But then is always too late
In the mornings
The nights wish we never made
In the bathroom I throw up
After one too many tries
See I don't really drink that much
But it helps me when I lie
She didn't know it
Tried to control it
Couldn't see the other side
How I was doing
How I was moving
But then is just a form of time
In the mornings
The nights wish we never made