Saturday Night

When you told me you were pregnant

I was on the verge of passing out

I was high on pills and coke

And other stuff I shouldn’t be writing about

So then you started packing

You were leaving for good this time

And though my eyes were closed

I knew half the **** you took was mine

I could have told you that I loved you

Found some words to make you stay

But the drugs had silenced my tongue

And soon after that everything went gray

I dreamt I was on an island

A paradise surrounded by the sea

Finally I had found the peace within

While hidden from the rest of humanity

Suddenly I saw a parade of beautiful women

Best described by what they didn’t wear

And because it was my fantasy

I was surprised to see you were there

I awoke during the night

At first I thought that I was blind

Then I realized you stole my lamps

You only left the stuff you couldn’t carry behind

I had to stumble around in the dark

Searching through my apartment for a fix

But you had flushed my stash down the toilet

You could never resist being a *****

I finally found enough to get me by

Then played hide and seek with my veins

I shot up but was immediately brought down

Because all I could think of were baby names

I remembered the hopes I had as a boy

Versus the man I eventually became

My child would accomplish very little

If he was forced to share my last name

Why did you think I’d want to be a father?

Did you think it would matter or that I’d care?

Your announcement failed to shock me

I’m always too detached and self-aware

Were you ****** up when you chose me?

Never sober enough to leave?

Did you think you could change me?

You’re too strung out and too naive

Forever fooled by an addiction

That brings you to your knees

Now fated to give birth to a baby

That will share its mother’s disease

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