When that t-shirt was not bright white
As you tried to explain what you said is tangled.
With some sense of an epiphany, I thought it was a fight.
You were utterly dismantled.

You said you fell of a chair while clinging to a bottle of wine
I noticed a fake smile so unlike your imaginary party mates I had  something to fear. Your shoes looked like they embraced a ***** mile. A broken watch like you would never serve time...i sense a very terrible crime.  "stop saying everything is fine".  I screamed to abuse your ear drums that would never be accepted by any band...in my life you are banned, there is nothing musical about this but fingers couldn't stop taping the edge of the table....you were not stable.
When I looked into your eyes they seemed like they focused on an object that's coming with high velocity
Whatever is coming doesn't look pretty from eyes that refrain from lubricating. Your shirt was filled with red stains and your hopeless eyes started revealing red veins but everything is okay? No sign of tar even when looking far there's clearly no way

The moment I could confirm that you did a crime was when  the officer kicked down the door and said, "you all mine".