What happened last night?
My fists are scarred and the kitchen is a mess this morning
The clock hand points to 7 and I wake up
Working busily like a saw
Laughing and chatting as a day goes by
After I’m done for the day, I get a call
My friend calls me out and I relieve my exhaustion with a drink
But at that place, I start to see you
The moon is in the sky, is it because alcohol is filling my body?
The balance in my body is on edge
My thumb keeps pressing your number
I try to press down this feeling
But I start to curse in a different voice
Trying to pick a fight with everything I see
With my feelings that are still there, I start talking to the picture in my wallet