It's a quarter past 3,
AM or PM, I'm not sure
The bottle's half empty
but maybe it's the second or the
third or the fourth,
it's hard to tell when they're smashed
Now it's a quarter full.

I think it's foggy outside,
but it might just be in my head
and it's cold and damp,
but it might just be in my head

My splitting head,
My own, cleaving,
continental rift

It's a quarter past 3,
again? I'm not sure, maybe
it's just been a minute. The
bottle's only half full.