I left my love back home
In the middle of the deadened night
the air nips at my earsShe sparkles like the morning dew
But the inconvenience of wet shoes
Soaks into your socks, eventuallySo now I'm laying wide awake
In an overpriced suite
Next to my latest regretThe room smells of spilled champagne,
Perfume, and cannabis
It masks the melancholy nightAnd sleep is not my friend
My mind becomes overrun
The city sparkles through the drapesIt reminds me of the morning dew
And the late mornings in bed with youAnd now I'd rather wet socks than drugs and wet carpet