The Morning After

I woke up feeling empty today -
It's not that strange, but I think you should know
My self-obsession gets the best of me
And the rest is compromised in regret and complacency
I’m afraid of apologies
And I’m sorry about that – no honestly
My self-discretion gets the best of me
And I privately implode while asking:

“Will it even matter the morning after?”
“Will it even matter the morning after?”

I woke up feeling lonely today -
It's not that strange but you were with me thеn
Weird, but it seems
There’s that еmptiness boiling up again

See where our lips meet?
That sort of thing is only temporary
My self-discretion gets the best of me
And I privately implode while asking:

“Will it even matter the morning after?”
“Will it even matter the morning after?”

Funny how somethings never change
It’s not that strange but anyways
Weird but it seems
There was nothing really left of me before I hit the concrete

See where our souls meet?
Well I’m just a little lonely at the party
My self- discretion gets the best of me
And I privately implode while asking:

“Will it even matter the morning after?”
“Will it even matter the morning after?”