Fast Life

I just woke up next to this chick who I don't know

And I'll probably never see her again

I can't remember what I did last night

When behind the shades is the only place you can hide

And your waking thought is more often than not "where am I?"

Still pissed, and a half-empty bottle of liquor's

The only liquid you can find

Too busy to reminisce over a time when you have time

And all you wanna do is chill, baby hold onto

Something that you can feel

That ain't too much to ask for, is it?

When you no longer look like the you in your passport picture

All you wanna do is turn over and find her

Normally turn over and you find her

But this time I turned over and I found you

Though we might not get to know what this might amount to

I just woke up next to this chick who I don't know

And I'll probably never see her again

I can't remember what I did last night

Let alone last weekend

I'd always wanted to live the fast life

Till it started speeding up

Now I'm here living the fast life

Good luck keeping up

A life that went from canapés to classic champagne

Cocktails to cigarette butts and champagne flutes

Rolled up notes, a few lines of coke

One hell of a headache and two piles of clothes

Room full of smoke, eyes full of sleep

A plane I've gotta catch and a bed I don't wanna leave

I don't wanna leave you, I wanna wake you

But I should let you sleep through, you look so peaceful

Tiptoeing as I'm rushing to get my things together

Too many pieces of puzzles for me to piece together

Maybe I'll leave a letter, in the hope that

When she wakes, she remembers me and that we fell asleep together

But likely she remembered nothing

Woke up in a rush and huffing at how Stephen kept her knocking

Grabbed her things, didn't see the letter, let alone open it

Stepped over it on her way out and never even noticed it