It's half past five

You wake, still alive

It hits you hard

Your brain folds like a card

Still swimming in drink

And your breath really stinks

Still asleep inside your bed

Memories flood into your head

Life moves fast

It's full of dark moments

She may not be Miss Right

But she's Miss Right now

Bathroom break

You find something for your headache

Back to the dim room early dawn

Toothpaste kisses you explore

Nostalgia that can't be faked

Someone hit Billy with a garden rake

Life moves fast

It's full of dark moments

She may not be Miss Right

But she's Miss Right now

Life moves fast

It's full of dark moments

She may not be Miss Right

But she's Miss Right now