Eleven O'clock Thought

I was nothing more than your 11 o'clock thought
your midnight whore
It was a good ride, a long one indeed
I knew of the destination
Obviously, you didn't

The freedom I felt when the clock struck twelve twelve
Would drive you mad with guilt
The energy that was restored
when I pushed you away
Would just drive you made with guilt

After the parties end
The drinking is called quits
Where will you turn to?
It won't be this 11 o'clock thought
I won't feel that way ever again