Monday morning I wake up flat on my back. I'm staring up at the bathroom ceiling, the toilet knows just how I'm feeling. Off to work so I can collect another corporate check. I know they don't give a fuck about me, but goddamn it's necessary.

Who are these people sleeping on my living room floor. Did I invite them over? Do I wake them from their slumber? Quietly tiptoe just to get to my front door. I'm still trying to remember just what we did last night.

Dear Drunk me, dear drunk me. What did you do to us last night? Dear drunk me, dear drunk me.
Dear drunk me, dear drunk me. I hope you had yourself a real good time. Dear drunk me, dear drunk me.

It's 8am and I am tired. I've already been at work for two hours. I really wish I would've showered. The boss is screaming at me, "WHY WERE YOU HIRED?". I can't really deal with that right now, my response is quickly devoured.

And oh this ringing in my head, this morning is predicated by a night, why didn't I stay in? Yeah I probably should've stayed in. And who were those people I was talking about? Yeah I'm still trying to figure it out, just what we did last night?

Dear Drunk me, dear drunk me. What did you do to us last night? Dear drunk me, dear drunk me. Dear drunk me, dear drunk me. I hope you had yourself a real good time. Dear drunk me, dear drunk me.

I hope you had yourself a real good tiiiiiiiiiiiime!