While I enjoy you’re warmth and that feeling you give me while you’re here, it’s the guilt that come hours later that match up with the hangovers and vomit that make me sick to my stomach. I wish I could learn my lesson and pursue something new. For no amount of laughs and hook ups by starlight made the headaches and black outs at dawn seem worth it. No matter how great you might be sometimes, it never makes the heartbreak okay. So, all of this consumption of you is over. Baby, you were never worth the hang over.