• I see the golden drink in your hand,
    I see your bloodshot eyes stare at me,
    I hear the slur when you say,
    I love you,
    I figure you're to hazy to know what that means,
    but I must be hazy too,
    because I believe it,
    but my only question is,
    will you still love me in the morning?
    seeing you stumble as face grows pink,
    it should tell me my answer,
    but it doesn't,
    I like you too much to let this pass by,
    so I'll spend the night with you,
    and in the morning,
    will you still love me?
    finding you gone and myself alone,
    that tells me my answer,
    it's too bad,
    because last night,
    I told you I loved you,
    and this morning,
    I still do.