Love Hangover

Last lifetime I almost overdosed on your love

Cos this time around I'm permanently tipsy

With your name on the tongue of my tip

Can't even speak right

Can't even sleep

And I'm missing your voice, your choice and thoughts

I guess I ought to stop looking for intoxication

No need to inflate this drumming in my brain

When I try to release this pain in my chest

I got to rest. I need to chill

I need to chill

But then I see you smile

And all my hard work ain't worthwhile anymore

Just a festering sore and no amount of drinking milk is going to calm it

Just drinking rum to block out some of your, some of you, summertime

Or at least I try

And at least a generation later I'm still trying to ease my soul

Still trying to ease my soul

Ease my soul

Ease my soul

Ease my soul

Ease my soul

Ease my soul

Ease my soul

Last lifetime I almost overdosed on your love

Cos this time around I'm permanently tipsy

With your name on the tongue of my tip

Can't even speak right

Can't even sleep at night

And I'm missing your voice, your choice and thoughts

I guess I ought to stop looking for intoxication

No need to inflate this drumming in my brain

When I try to release this pain in my chest

I got to rest. I need to chill

But then I see you smile

And all my hard work ain't worthwhile anymore

Just a festering sore and no amount of drinking milk is going to calm it

Just drinking rum to block out some of your, some of you, summertime

Or at least I try

Last lifetime I almost overdosed on your love

Cos this time around I'm permanently tipsy

Can't even speak right

Can't even sleep

Some of you, summertime

Or at least I try

Or at least I try

Last lifetime I almost overdosed on your love

Cos this time around I'm permanently tipsy

With your name on the tongue of my tip

Can't even speak right

Can't even sleep

And I'm missing your voice, your choice and thoughts

I guess I ought to stop looking for intoxication

No need to inflate this drumming in my brain

When I try to release this pain in my chest

I got to rest. I need to chill

But then I see you smile

And all my hard work ain't worthwhile anymore

Just a festering sore and no amount of drinking milk is going to calm it

Just drinking rum to block out some of your, some of you, summertime

Or at least I try

And at least a generation later I'm still trying to ease my soul