9 July 2012
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!
Saturday Night • Opuss № I