Jet Tricks - Love Hangover

Last lifetime I almost overdosed on your love Cos this time around I'm permanently tipsy With your name on the tongue of my tip Can't even speak right Can't even sleep And I'm missing your voice, your choice and thoughts I guess I ought to stop looking for intoxication No need to inflate this drumming in my brain When I try to release this pain in my chest I got to rest. I need to chill I need to chill. But then I see you smile And all my hardwork ain't worthwhile anymore Just a festering sore and no amount of drinking milk is going to calm it Just drinking rum to block out some of your, some of you, summertime Or at least I try And at least a generation later I'm still trying to ease my soul Ease my soul Ease my soul