I'm hung up on all of the times that we had,
Hungover on thoughts of you.
I'm hung up on weeks I don't want to forget,
Hungover on ones that I do.
Sort of.

Hung up and hungover
All at the same time
Good times and pain
And yet both make me cry.

How is it that these two different things
Make me feel in all the same ways?
Why is it I can't think of one nor the other
Less than at least twice a day?

I'm hung up on memories,
Blasts from the past
Hungover on moments
I wish I made last.

Hung up and hungover
What an awful way to be
The heart and the headaches
Are torturing me.

I'm hung up on friendships
I know will last forever
Hungover on the one I wish could be more
Though it would never.

I'm hung up on weeks full of smiles and laughs
Hungover on awkward hellos.
I'm hung up on the best times I've ever had
Hungover, and not letting go.