The Mourning After - Mac Miller

Mornin' after, my lungs hurt

Eat your pussy just to show you how my tongue works

It’s funny how we fucked but fell in love first

Been three years, I wish I finally trust her

She make me feel like how them drugs work

Itchin' for my fixture, when she gone the love hurts

I just get her temper, I just need somebody I can vent to

Someone get me stoned, be my Emma

Left your lipstick on the glass of your daiquiri

Ruby red, usually end up tragically

Work of art, you can be my masterpiece

But you fast asleep

Somethin' 'bout the pain makes me want more

Done a lotta drugs, never felt like this before

I hope one day it all makes sense

It’ll all make sense

And you could have it all, tell me what you need

Believin' all them silly things you read

I hope one day it all makes sense

One day it’ll all make sense

Uh

Then she wake up, cryin' while she puttin' on her make-up

Trapped inside her love for me, ain’t no escape for

Her, you wanna leave?

Say the word, but she can’t

Lookin' in my eyes, «Is everything okay?»

She lies, put on her disguise, play it safe

'Cause we’ve been fightin' for the past three weeks

She keep this one inside, she don’t wanna seem weak

Strong, baby, tell me what’s been goin' on

I don’t wanna be sober long

So you need to get me high again

I got all this money we could try to spend

Until we strung out like a violin

Come back to life, then we die again

Little angel, where’s your halo?

Somewhere above them horns

Somethin' 'bout the pain makes me want more

Done a lotta drugs, never felt like this before

I hope one day it all makes sense

It’ll all make sense

And you could have it all, tell me what you need

Believin' all them silly things you read

I hope one day it all makes sense

One day it’ll all make sense

Uh

You get me high, girl, scared to overdose

I don’t sleep much, when I do I’m comatose

May I propose a toast?

Someone usually does

To our fucked up love

You get me high, girl, scared to overdose

I don’t sleep much, when I do I’m comatose

May I propose a toast?

Someone usually does

To our fucked up love

Somethin' 'bout the pain makes me want more

Done a lotta drugs, never felt like this before

*Snorts*

*Exhales*

And you could have it all, tell me what you need

Believin' all them silly things you read

Don’t cry, it’s okay

It’ll all be over soon