Hungover

I wake up at five in the morning.
Your empty room is a warning
Of worse things that I know are to come;
I can't hide and I can't run.

I wait anxiously near the phone,
Feeling far more alone
Than I've ever felt before;
And I pray you're almost at the door.

I hear your car door slam,
And I don't think I can
Take another argument.
Have I found the old you yet?

Where did you go to,
Because I can't find you;
It feels like you've been replaced.
The world is out of taste.

Time is going slower;
I'm feeling uneasy, hungover.
So before you walk in,
I lock all my doors so life can begin.

And though you scream and you pound,
Try to break this door down,
I'm determined to keep you out:
For once, I'm saving myself.