star

Crisp white shirt and you think you are a star
You think that you’ve made it
The change in your pocket now don’t weigh you down
But your wallet has you falling on the floor.
Throwing back drinks, girls all around
Not caring with who, you’re night is going to end

And you’ve all but forgotten those windy threadbare days
All the dreams and promises that we made 
Standing outside glitzy shop windows
We were going to make it big together 
Weren’t we? 

All the dreams have burned out in your drunken haze
All the promises forgotten in laughs with your friends
And I am the guilt that nags you the next morning
Just a part of your hangover.