At the culmination of my brightest day,

when the whiskey kicks in and I drift away,

I begin to wonder what is wrong with me;

Why, when the light is over and my time is free,

it feels hard to get on like nothing’s the matter?

As since I left you, nothing’s got better.

I can’t get over you but I just couldn’t get through,

I gave up and thought it just easier to leave you.

But it’s only when I have nothing to do,

that I drift off in thought and truly miss you.

Because,

although our helter-skelter romance was bringing me down,

I question if I’m better off now all on my own.

We deeply fell in love and slowly fell apart

but it's when the evening comes that it truly plagues my heart.

And when I lay there at night, on my back, on my own,

and the room lights up, with a noise from my phone,

it is you that I hope has sent me the text.

But in a way, I just hope you’re in contact for sex

because if it’s for more or you feel remotely like I do,

then our downwards spiral would just continue.

So I guess it’s for the best that we’re over and done

and it’s probably wise not to “just have fun.”

So I’ll stop thinking now and enjoy this whiskey

because, one day, I’m sure I’ll meet the right girl for me.