Just One More

There was a glass of wine with my name on it
but now there's two
Change that... make that three
Its stuck to my hand just like glue

Now I can paint with light
And will experiment with it all
Security guards kept pissing us off
When we put tripods on the wall

Health and safety they said
Trip hazard my arse
It may be private land
But this is just a piece of grass

There just doing there job
But I still had fun
Corporations have gone mad
Thank god security guards don't have a gun

I think I'm a bit tipsy,
At least I made the last train
At least I can still construct a sentence
Although my head is severely swaying

I may regret this post
Like a phone call to an ex
I'll look at it in the morning
And think oh no what's coming next

My brothers now filling my glass
As we catch up on what we've missed
But to be honest with you
I feel rather pissed

So I'll say goodnight to you all
I wish I could concentrate more
But I'm falling asleep
Better get to bed rather than the floor