Your hair smells like last night
And both our heads are aching
A traveling body sleeping soundly on the floor
With a sign on the door
Soundly on the floor with a sign on the door
These are the times
Scribbled so sloppy
Scribbled so sloppy
As if they had somewhere to be in the morning
Your hair smells like last night
All my peers around me, they laughed all night
I know when I’m an old me, a tear will come from my squinted eyes
These are the times, these are the times
Your hair smells like last night
Scribbled so sloppy
Scribbled so sloppy
