Some find their daemons in the bottom of the bottle in their handBut in the morning they still wake up with the truth in their bedGirl, you're like a drink, that burns going downHate what you do to me, but I need you right nowA tall glass of water might stop the pounding in my headOr I could hide under the covers, and just sleep it off insteadIf I had too much to drink, that's just what I'd doBut the problem is I'm soberTrying to find a way to get over the painOf this love hangoverSome days are harder than the rest, like a habit I can't breakI should know better than to do this to myself, I always sayCause you're no good for me, I know that much is trueWhen the morning comes, I'll still be loving youA tall glass of water might stop the pounding in my headOr I could hide under the covers, and just sleep it off insteadIf I had too much to drink, that's just what I'd doBut the problem is I'm soberTrying to find a way to get over the painOf this love hangoverA tall glass of water might stop the pounding in my headOr I could hide under the covers, and just sleep it off insteadIf I had too much to drink, that's just what I'd doBut the problem is I'm soberTrying to find a way to get over the painOf this love hangoverLove hangoverLove hangover
