Another drunk platonic evening, Is falling into morning time, I curse myself again. Above and silent are you sleeping, Below and lower am i sitting still, A deluge overhead. Done it now my friend, And are you still my friend? 'cause i don't know how we'll be, The morning after me. This condensation soaked net curtain, The bleached and icy kitchen scene, A stupid head in hands. You came across so goddam friendly, A final loss of self control, A bargain basement move. Done it now my friend, And are you still my friend? 'cause i don't know how we'll be, The morning after me. A melancholic sad reminder, The kettle boiled an hour ago...