I woke up after noon with my jeans and my jacket on
Empty bottles everywhere, Jameson and Jack is gone
Matches on the futon, roaches in the ashtray
Eyes on fire, head thumping like a bass kick
Last night’s a blur, that’s for sure, I was wasted
But what’d I do last night? Where was I last night?
I’m a villain in the night when I’m spilling my drinks
Until I piece it back together and I fill in the blanks
I think I did the right thing even though I know I’m wrong
I had a number in my cell and the smell of pussy on my balls...
