Naivity

The morning after the night before:
your hair's a mess, your dress on the floor
and you can't get rid of the aftertaste;
the vodka, cigarettes, the look on his face.

The dream was a waste
of everyone's time.
And they knew all along...
She'd amount to nothing.

You looked him in the eye,
I guess you never figured...
You never really thought about
what that night had triggered

When he had you on your knees
And promised you the world
you didn't really get it;
all he wanted was the girl.

And do you think it was worth it?
To mess up your life,
To hurt all those people
for one drunken night?

So you can cry into your glass of wine
with delusions of grandeur and class,
but as you drag yourself back to the real world
you know you just border on trash.