I wake with a craving
So punishingly real
My head is just pounding
Room spinning like a wheel

I crack an eye open
And curse at the light
Who decided mornings
Had to be so damn bright?

I long for that passion
Of yesterday gone
When the night and laughter
Were cheering me on

When all things made sense
As they always should do
But that's only the case
When it's just me and you

I crawl out of bed
And shielding my eyes
I search through the room
For my precious prize

And lo and behold,
It's right within sight!
I scramble ahead
To make everything right.

It's the main remedy
For Spireans en masse
To meet up and brawl
With a drink in our glass

To quench our thirst
We'll go to great length
Pray none take away
Our Liquid Strength

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Khepary, in the year 437 MA.