AMKED

AMKED
cetamine in your blood stream

nicotine colours your eyes

whisky give you the dreams

vommiting last night goodbye

roll out of the club a 2am

hold ya-self up by all means

arms round someone named ryan

know not what to believe

morning and ya mind feels like led

wakeing up in a strange place

last nights guilt fills ya head

look t'ya right not recognise the face

head pounding need caffiene fix

your stoumache wrenching acid

mind spinning rooms doing trix

and your madhood feels to placid

not sure where you are or how you got there

are you close or far

so that you can disapear

search to fill your blood stream

and re-address the balance

nicotine, caffiene even cetamine

anything you'd take the chance

clothes missing no indication

strange markings on your back

your host might need lubrication

unless you are on the attack

find clothes stumble down stairs

never knowing what you might find

head sensitive to music that blares

coffee being brewed by the kind

stumble out into the fresh air

mind speeding from last nigts shame

walking south but not sure where

running now only yourself to blame

pounding pavement looking for answers

to the direction you need to go

people look at you like cancer

judging the person they don't know

hairs a mess face unwashed

looking like your death warmed up

pocket full of cheques uncashed

your cups spill when half full up

sleep as your walking finding your way

somehow you wind up at home

you climb into bed and there you stay

until you realise your not alone

you see a face as you turn right

someone that you recognise the face

from which you took flight

now in your bed lies

then suddenly you see

that the place you ran from was home

and things aint as they seem

now how to get yourself alone?