Sesegar embun pagi hikayat ini mulai wujud
Mabuk, dirasuk cinta, ku terkulai di suatu sudut
Indah, tenang dan merdu bak soneta
Karya penyair di zaman bahari membuka rahsia
Dan aku pun terlena, terbayang saat bahagia
Kau dah aku berbual bersama
Sehingga terbenamnya matahari, disondol rembulan
Dan hilangnya bimbang, dihanyutkan hujan
-PRK-
So I found myself turning to pot likker
Not once, not twice, and the standard is gold, not silver
It's always a new taste, a new mix, a new remedy
For the same wound, the same scar, the same tragedy
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked myself
But there's never an answer better than the top shelf
The vessels are there, I never meant to have them
They keep flowing and I'm too weak to stop them
If I could let it go, I wouldn't turn to one
But I need to stay high to not think of you even once
What have you done?
No. Sorry, what have I done?
It was served on ice and garnished with pineapple
It was cold, it was sweet, it was everybody's pleasure in quadruple
They looked happy and so I thought I would too
But when the hangover begins, I began to miss you
At least I thought I was missing you
Or was I trying to be you?
-PRK-
