The smell of lemon pine-sol makes her sick and she can drink like a fish

And to think I was starting to gain faith in humanity.

Here I'll set the scene: wake up at five o' clock the next day to the smell of tequila and cigarettes and the air's drunk with regrets. I have to convince myself that this is nothing short of living the American dream....so I snuggle in close and pretend that this is all I've ever wanted.