Bottle Blur (What the Hell Happened)

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Sunlight knives my eyelids, I can't focus, I can't breatheTV shows a broken hour, like it's laughin' at my griefMy head's a worksite riot, jackhammers in my bonesMy mouth's a grave for beer foam, and I'm swallowin' stones

Jeans on the ceilin' fan, socks took off and never cameWho's that next to me? Nah, that's a lamp without a nameOn the nightstand, Jack Daniel's, standin' wounded, half aliveI stare into the mirror like, "Did I die or just survive?"

I chase a single snapshot, it dissolves before it landsOne sip, one shot, one more, and my memory left my handsNow the room keeps spinning truths I'm terrified to findThis morning's on my doorstep, and it's kickin' in my mind

Bottle blur (lights out)Whiskey, beer (no doubt)Jäger bombs, whiskey sours, we went too farRum and Coke, tequila shots, here we are

Cocktails, vodka, can't recallBailey's, gin, champagne, head to wallNumbers flashin' on my phone, not a clueBlackout morning, what'd we do?

I crawl toward the bathroom, floor's a battlefield of glassVodka bottles, ash and laughter, last night's filthy massMarker on my cheek says, "Call me maybe," what a crimeMy wallet's gone, my credit card's doin' shots on borrowed time

Last text, "I'm invincible," yeah, right, you lyin' clownThe boys are piled like casualties, face-first, upside downOne whispers in his dead sleep, like a toast he can't let go"The next round's on me, brother," then he's out again, real slow

I try to read the evidence, but every clue turns greyA blackout ate the whole damn night and spit the bones awayMy stomach flips a middle finger, my hands start to shakeIf this is rock 'n' roll glory, then it's hell to wake

Bottle blur, lights outWhiskey, beer, no doubtJäger bombs, whiskey sours, we went too farRum and Coke, tequila shots, here we are

Cocktails, vodka, can't recallBailey's, gin, champagne, head to wallNumbers flashin' on my phone, not a clueBlackout morning, what'd we do?

Cold light from the display shows the damage we've begunThree missed calls from "Mom," oh hell, and one from "Someone Fun"A photo, me on a table, shirt gone, proud and cursedA video, me confessin' to the bartender, it hurtsHer name was-, what was her name? I swear it lived on my hand

Now it's smudged ink and cheap stains from a brand I can't standShe laughed and poured another round, a Jäger, then a ginI swore I'd marry her right there, said, "Watch me, I will win"And now her number's in my phone, or is it? Who the hell knowsI hit "Call back" and pray to God, please nobody, oh no

Bottle blur, lights outWhiskey, beer, no doubtJäger bombs, whiskey sours, we went too farRum and Coke, tequila shots, here we are

Cocktails, vodka, can't recallBailey's, gin, champagne, head to wallNumbers flashin' on my phone, I'm shakin', I'm blueBlackout morning, what'd we do?

"Hey, it's Jenna, from the bar last nightYou owe me 50 bucks, and, honestly? You were a delight"