Waking up Sour Eyes open, I was naked, And in the lingering dream I was still in Eden, with another Naked too, instead, I felt ashamed As the torment hit me, I had to wander in the cold desert Until I hit the porcelain oasis. Last night I tried to find a message In every bottle they had, Two weeks, by now, She should have said something to me. The temples are aflame, trying to burn Every memory, when the job is done, I’ll sneeze out the ashes and flush them. Now is the time the fire seems strong enough, This hangover I’ve had custom fitted to wear.   - Benjamin Nardolilli