After-party Thoughts

There’s fourteen people sleeping in this tiny place
I feel accomplished for a girl who needs space
Because two people are cuddling me, it’s true
One I don’t care about, and one of them is you

It’s 8 am, there’s a boy bleeding on the floor
I’m trying to sneak my way to the door
A new kind of maze that makes me want to laugh
At the memories of last night’s party, and the aftermath

As I step over him, a boy comes awake
He looks like hell and smells like the lake
He asks where he is, and who am i
“You’re at Marie’s, what did you do last night?”

I grab aspirin, water, and bandages, and see to the guy
As he sits there remembering, well not but he tries
Ten minutes later, he’s out again cold
I wonder about the story he could have told

In this room, I’m the only one not nude
I believe spooning someone in that state is a little rude
But it’s happened between us a couple of times
Even though I say I complain I never mind

I make a call to my mom for a ride
I sit down and wait for the nostalgia to subside
Did you know that when you sleep you look cute
And you didn’t look awful when you got up and puked

Oh no, when did these feelings come return
After the last time I thought I’d learn
But drunk as hell you played guitar like a pro
And all of my requests, you seemed to know

Truth be told, I don’t know why I was there
I was sober, and your friends were too much to bare
Whose walking down the street screaming “I’m drunk”?
Oh, it’s Sarah, we realize and hear a thunk

I remember trying to leave, heading for the door
Then I stayed for another hour, or was it four?
Too tired to stand I curled up on the bed
I remember you slipping a pillow under my head

All in all, last night wasn’t a bad time
Everyone else had fun, and I was fine
But if you hadn’t been there, neither would I
Well my ride’s here, and your asleep. Bye =(