Morning After

I'm just getting up
Whisky spilled on rug
pants on the door of some girl
but oh what a girl
never asking questions
when her breath is in my ear
my heads in a swirl
what in the world

My mouth is dry and I can see why
empty bottle all in a line
I drank two at a time
and then I couldn't rhyme
but when I add the lime
I just want to clime
all these stupid wall

I just walk to the living room
light another cigarette and stare
at the clock on the wall
listen to the tick and tock
of the day going on while
I feel like hell run over