Tube Sock Phenomenon

Remember those nights when we counted stars Instead of counting cups from our boxed wine? Those were the best of times, but they were cut short by the sun I sit here in the dawn with my coffee like a loaded gun Caffeine has lost it touch, or maybe I just drank too much Cheers til the last cup We will drink until the sun comes up I relive every fantasy, those nights when it was just you and me I'm hating every minute of my life