In the cold light of morning

In the cold light of morning
While everyone's yawning
You're high
In the cold light of morning
The party gets boring
You're high
As your skin starts a scratchin'
Wave yesterday's action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions and stolen possessions
You're high
In the cold light
In the cold light of morning
While everyone's yawning
You're high
In the cold light of morning
You're drunksick from whoring
And high
Staring back from the mirror's a face that you don't recognise
It's a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo's disguise
In the cold light
Tomorrow
As your skin starts a scratchin'
Wave yesterdays action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions and stolen possessions
You're high
In the cold light of day
Tomorrow's only a kettle whistle
Whistle away
In the cold light of day

B.M.

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Talvez o álcool cause ressaca depressiva.

Talvez o jogo da memória na parede do novo apartamento do Túlio tenha sido engraçado demais e causado uma queda na minha serotonina.

Talvez hajam reais motivos, alheios à consciência humana. Ou à minha consciência.

Ou talvez os motivos sejam físicos, cuja solução só depende de mim. BINGO! (?)

Cheiro de mudança no ar. Imprescindível.