Oh Shit.

Jolting awake,
There's an unfamiliar tattoo
Right where my lips were a minute ago.
I try to establish where I am,
Whilst trying to stop the room spinning,
And trying to work out
How the pickaxe got into my skull.
Oh shit, now I remember.
She seemed to be cool,
I think.
Ah, empty bottles,
That'd explain the headache.
She's not so bad
That I feel the need to chew my own arm off,
To escape.
And then, I remember her telling me she loved me.
After a couple of hours.
And her not letting me leave,
Oh shit.
Just as I'm about to start chewing,
She rolls off my arm.
And I breathe a sigh of relief,
As I roll off the bed,
Pulling on jeans,
Sssshing the change jingling in my pockets.
Oh fuck, I went back into my overdraft last night.
Oh shit.
I remember her telling me I was shit,
I couldn't get her there,
Before screaming my name,
And she's got bites on her,
And I don't bite.
Then I remember her, shouting at me to bite her.
Oh shit.
This can't be good.
Where the hell is my shirt?
I let myself out of the bedroom slowly,
Carefully, quietly.
Oh shit.
Where's my watch?
Where's my wallet?
Where the fuck is my fucking shirt?
And I hear her stirring,
Make sure I've got phone, fags and keys,
Oh shit.
Driving down the motorway,
Way too fast,
I notice my diamond ring missing,
From its place on my right hand.
And my phone buzzes in the centre console.
And I've gotta stop doing this.
I remember being angry about something.
Oh shit.
I know where my ring is,
I glance at my phone,
"I'll keep your ring safe"
Shit. Shit. Shit.