Morningleaver

Morningleaver starts her day.

Morningleaver's got her way: never stay.

At a loss for clever entrance lines,

The room's just the same once you're in.

Feeding from a trough of pins to truly test the strength of gin.

Where do we begin, when you're already at the end?

The nightlife leaves us dead, the going-out turns you in.

Woman, are you going home?

Packing up and going home?

Would it kill you (just once) to stick around for a while?

Break the rules, stay past dawn.

Hang out with your clothes on.

Get to know the day-time me.

Do you always have to fucking leave?

Get to know the breakfast me.

Do you always have to fuck and leave?

Woman, are you going home?