Woke up…
Blood on my shirt
Glass in my hair
Face down in the dirt

Wondering at…
What this is about
Drink in my hand
At the last count

Did I…
Have friends with me
Who did their best to beg
For my car keys

Would a do over
Be too much to ask
And if I did
Would it lessen this mess

Did I…
Hear someone scream
Or heaven forbid
Is it coming from me

Wondering at…
Why the pain went away
All of the sudden
Nothing’s the same

Woke up…
In the cleanest of shirts
No glass anywhere
Coffin covered in dirt