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