unspoken word

It was just one of those mornings
It was just…
One of those days…
It was just one of those nights
When some delicious streak of spontaneity
Influenced by your desire to drink
Drove you to stay out later and later with strangers
Who some might say stray from any sensible convention
Of when to say when
When? Now?
How do I know when to say when
When I don’t even know the answer to the question
Forget the time
I don’t even know what day it is..
You know how it is
You know how it is
You know how it is when you wake up
At whatever-o-clock
Arms interlocked with some mysterious stranger
Face half covered in glitter
The floor covered over
In empty bottles and condom wrappers
And Its anyones guess
Where one might find
Your knickers
You know how it is..
You said
You said you were going out for a coffee
just a little coffee
just a short break
you were rehearsing
but then the first coffee
became the second
after the third coffee
it was getting a little late…for coffee
so you decided instead of the fourth coffee
you;’d order
a whiskey
just a little whiskey
just a little drop
you were just going out
for a coffee
just a little whiskey
just a wee drab
just an aperatif of sorts
for the food you
weren’t about to have
then that friend of yours showed up
somehow you managed
to buy that bottle of wine
and after that little whiskey
that wine sounded
like a fine idea
just a glass
just one or two or four
by now you’ve forgotten
you were just going out for a
coffee
just a quick coffee
to take a break from rehearsing
you know
you know how it is
it was just one of those days
it was just one of those mornings
it was just one of those
afternoons that slip into evening
when you’re not looking
becoming one of those nights
when your desire to drink
drives you out later and later
with strangers
who had no conventions
of when to say when
when?
Now?
How do I know
When to say when
When I can’t even
Answer the question
Forget the time
I don’t even know
What day it is
You know how it is
You know…
You know how it is..
When you wake up
At whatever o’clock
Arms interlocked with
Some mysterious stranger
Face half covered in glitter
Wrists baring stamps
Of clubs you can’t remember
You said you were going to go out
For a coffee
You were just going to pop out
For a coffee
Just take a break
Have a little coffee
You were rehearsing
You know how it is
You know how it is
You know how it is
Just a … just a…small line
Just a Little pill
Just a tiny bump of ketamine
Just little
injection of heroin
Before the crack comes in
Oh…You know how it is…
It was just one of those days
it was just one of those afternoons
that slip into evning when you’re not looking
and your desire for drinking
Kept you out later and later
With strangers who have
No sensible convention of
When to say when
when? now?
Forget about the time darling,
I don’t even know what day it is
You know how it is
You know how it is
You were just going out
For a coffeee…