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?