I burned my hand, I cut my face.
Heaven knows how long its been, since I have shaved after getting
shitfaced.
Blood staining all my skin. Rebecca had told me she'd be here by
nine.
For prom night with all of her friends.
I got so nervous I drank a six pack of beer. So it begins again.
I'm gonna smile my best smile and I'm gonna shave like its going out
of style.
Squint into the mirror and wish that I could see.
Lord this shaving while intoxicated, is killing me.
Little cafe, a table for four. But there's just conversation for
three.
I like the way she helped me through the door.
I wonder who stinks, is it me?
Becca just wispered zip up your fly. I wish I wasn't so ill.
They left to go dance. I ordered a shot, I still have some brain
cells to kill.
(chorus)
No here I am, neath my porch light. They didn't even see if I made
it in.
No kiss on the cheek, this doesn't feel right.
Apparently my keys are locked in.
So I'm gonna sit here in a pile and sleep outside with all the other
animals.
And tomorrow call my girl, she'll be mad at me.
Oh this drinking beer in the shower is killing me.
