We were less like party
More like animals
Logic made unclear
By clear alcohol
Transparent fuel
Lighting fires
Creating smoke
So opaque and
In the morning
I press replay
And hope for
Blackout smoke
But find that  
Clear as the
Glass bottle
My memories
Came back to me
But I wish they
Would have gone
Away as quickly
As the clear
Went down our
Throats that night.