In the beginning
We feel every feeling we want to feel
Cheeks grow sore
And our wants are fulfilled
By who we want the most
That incline has no peak
And we pinch ourselves to make sure it’s real
Because surely the vodka and the horror movies are false
The invention of modern movie magic

The end always begins somewhere
And every force has its equal
And the opposite
But somehow
That opposite always feels worse
With more booze comes a greater headache
And right now this hangover is enough to make me crazy