Saturday Night

Saturday nights can be oh so cruel
I sat up all night like a drunken fool
I fell asleep at 1pm Sunday
And didn't wake up 'til about 7:30

My head is still thumping
From all the shot-dunking
Flashbacks of fist-pumping
Grinding and bumping

I enter the kitchen to find a great mess
Yet another thing to add to my stress
Takes me 5 or 10 minutes for my brain to comply
And remind me I had a party last night

It's all coming back now, "Come back to my place!"
Perfect strangers smashing my glasses and plates
Suddenly I'm frozen, the shock settling in
As I remember the phone calls I made to ex-boyfriends

My brain is protecting my fragile state
By not revealing what I said, but too late
The damage is done, I'll have explaining to do
I attempt some breakfast, an 8pm brew

I sit down on my stained and torn settee
Stirring my saucepan of crappy cold coffee
Curl up on the couch, my face grateful for cold leather
While I try to forget things I can't even remember!