(Verse 1)
The first one went down smooth, like a whisper in the night
Second one, a little louder, bathed everything in a softer light
Third, I started laughing, everything was a hilarious blur
By the fourth, I was a poet, or at least that's what I prefer.
Then the fifth and the sixth, well, they just disappeared
Along with all my worries, and every single thing I feared.
(Chorus)
Oh, the good times flowed, a river of amber and foam
Didn't see the tide was turning, far away from home
Now the room is spinning, the floor won't stay in place
And tomorrow morning's gonna hit me, right in the face.
Too much, too much, the glass was never empty
Now my head is pounding, a self-made symphony.
(Verse 2)
Tried to walk a straight line, but my legs had other plans
Felt like I was sailing, on wobbly, liquid sands.
Phone slipped from my fingers, a text I can't recall
Probably told someone I loved them, or just nothing at all.
The music's too loud now, or maybe it's just inside
This buzzing in my ears, where my last coherent thoughts reside.
(Chorus)
Oh, the good times flowed, a river of amber and foam
Didn't see the tide was turning, far away from home
Now the room is spinning, the floor won't stay in place
And tomorrow morning's gonna hit me, right in the face.
Too much, too much, the glass was never empty
Now my head is pounding, a self-made symphony.
(Bridge)
The morning light's a villain, bright and unforgiving and mean
Regrets are knocking loudly, a very unwelcome scene.
Promise myself this time, I'll learn my lesson well
But the siren's song of the bottle always casts its spell.
(Chorus)
Oh, the good times flowed, a river of amber and foam
Didn't see the tide was turning, far away from home
Now the room is spinning, the floor won't stay in place
And tomorrow morning's gonna hit me, right in the face.
Too much, too much, the glass was never empty
Now my head is pounding, a self-made symphony.
(Outro)
Too much... way too much...
(Vocal fades out with a groan or a sigh)
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