[.poll]

And now the sun is rising, and now the long walk back home. There's just so many faces, but no one I need to know.
In the dark I can't fight it, I fake til I'm numb. But in the bright light I taste you on my tongue.

Now the party's over and everybody's gone
I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong.
And now my heart is broken like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hung over you?