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Didn’t We?<\/p>\n
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This hangover was the definition of purgatory It was two months since I had broken up with you I thought I had broken up with you, didn’t I?<\/p>\n Waking up first had been an early warning I thought I had broken up with you, didn’t I?<\/p>\n “I thought I had broken up with you, didn’t I?” I found I was making up with you, wasn’t I?<\/p>\n Making up, breaking up <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n [\/et_pb_blurb][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Didn’t We? This hangover was the definition of purgatory Lying in bed, I was stuck between drunk and disorderly It was too painful to open my eyes Eventually I did and to my suprise snoring like a pig, you were sleeping by my side It was two months since I had broken up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/664"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=664"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/664\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":667,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/664\/revisions\/667"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=664"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Lying in bed, I was stuck between drunk and disorderly
It was too painful to open my eyes
Eventually I did and to my suprise
snoring like a pig, you were sleeping by my side<\/p>\n
Reaching for the phone I told my boss I had the flu
You woke up as I put the phone down
rubbed your eyes and looked around
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!”
was all I could say to you<\/p>\n
cos you were never at your best in the morning
You didn’t scream so I was amazed
Memories lost in a drunken haze
The most important question:
Who made the first move?<\/p>\n
“No, you’re far too cowardly, you just run and hide”
“Oh well, since you’re here anyway,
why don’t you just stay all day?
I could make us breakfast late this afternoon.”<\/p>\n
Making up, making out…<\/span><\/p>\n