With every passing step.

I forget more on where I’ve been.

It must be morning surely.

Perhaps the best I’ve ever seen.

What a night, what a feeling,

I’d do it all over again.

Dancing the night away forever,

With my love, my family, my friends.

But it begs the question, can I ask, where I am?

Was there something else in that joint?

The shadow of a sun dial clips my leg,

As a mother tells her children not to point.

The hiccup of the daylight, blasting from passing cars,

Injects me with the memory of a night fading fast.

A strobe loaded war zone. Man what a rush.

Do I need any help? A nice lady just asked.

What a night it must have been, last night, last year? Who knows.

A man just called me a state, but I’m not sure which one.

Tell the world to stop spinning so fast, I think I’m going to be sick.

Take me back to the party, back to that song.

I need to get home, but to where? To who?

Take me back to the good times, back when I had shoes.

Transport me back to her smile,

I promise, promise, promise you I won’t use.

Maybe someone spiked me,

Maybe they are just judgmental.

Maybe I’m just a-bit lost.

Maybe I’ll blame it on my parents.

Maybe actually on my friends.

Maybe it’s my childhood.

Maybe it’s just fate.

Maybe it was the drugs.

Maybe the Drugs.

Maybe drugs.

Maybe. Me.