after a while
***** turns to water
and all of a sudden
it doesn't burn like it used to.
dancing turns to kissing
turns to *******
mistakes you can't take
back with the door wide open.
"this isn't free ****
at least someone
is looking out for me,
because I sure as hell ain't.
the truth turns to rumors
as pinocchio's nose grows.
"that's not what happened!
not exactly"
I try to salvage what's left
of my reputation.
but then again,
I was too drunk to
know what really did happen.