Blood on the Wall..

I can’t remember what I’m trying to forget
Knocked myself out..is it over yet?
Long gone are the days of champagne and phet
to block myself out from dealing with regret..

but I’m lying here wondering why I did it to myself..
If it hadn’t been you would it have been someone else?
I know drinking to forget is bad for your health..
but I got mad and afeared when I jumped from my shelf..

Battered and bruised and I don’t know how
It can be overrated..this living for the now..

Keep dancing..
No romance
in silence
Was it violent?
Keep looking
for what I took in
but can’t recall..
Was there blood on the wall?

I’m trying to remember what I can’t forget..
Locked myself out..is it over yet?
Can’t help thinking it was the wrong time to have met..
I blocked myself from knowing that it’s better to regret..

and I’m lying here wondering why I didn’t say no..
If it hadn’t been you would I just let it go?
I drank to forget but wish I’d taken it slow..
So was it good? I know I should remember but I don’t..

Battered and bruised and I don’t know how
It can be overrated..this living for the now..

Keep dancing..
No romance
in silence
Was it violent?
Keep looking
for what I took in
but can’t recall..
Was there blood on the wall?