Rain won't wash away the sin,
Or smells of sex and sweat,
Smoke won't take the taste away,
Not one chance to forget,
The car ride home is droll and dead,
Your ears are ringing too,
Drunkenness in that stage of dread,
Thinking of you, and you, and you,
Cry a bit- then shake it off,
Baby, hollow out your soul,
Expel that last cigar-filled cough,
You've reached your bed- your goal,
Peel off that shirt stuck to your skin,
If you manage- take off your pants,
Lay in bed; cold and thin,
Remember that last kiss and last dance,
You smell like that hormone-ridden club,
Your neck is marred and blue,
Give those tired eyes a rub,
I'll dream of all of you.