Last night always sounds
smarter than the morning after.
Hangover Philosophy finds humour in those fleeting moments when cheap drinks seem to unlock the answers to everything, only for daylight to quietly take them back again. It’s less about the hangover than the strange optimism of believing you’ll have life figured out by midnight.
Ceiling’s got a better view than me
Staring like it’s judging quietly
Head’s still ringing from last night
Cheap beer and even cheaper insight
Said I’d figure something out by now
Can’t remember what the fuck about
There was meaning for like half a second
Then it slipped like I never even mentioned
Maybe nothing means that much
Maybe that’s the whole point of us
Think too hard, it falls apart
Guess I’ll just restart my heart
Water glass sitting warm by the bed
Too much effort just to lift my head
Sunlight coming in like a bad joke
Another day I probably won’t go for broke
I swear I had the whole thing figured out
Or maybe I just blacked it out
Either way the coffee’s cold now
And the day can wait another hour
Maybe nothing means that much
Maybe that’s the whole point of us
Think too hard, it falls apart
Guess I’ll just restart my heart
Maybe nothing means that much
Maybe that’s the whole point of us
Think too hard, it falls apart
Guess I’ll just restart my heart
(restart my heart… restart my heart…)
later
Yeah… later