Its all a vivid blur,
You danced,
There was surely some cake,
And a lot to drink!
A drink became 4 and I lost count
(Not that I'd admit to the number)
By the end there was spirit and happiness,
We didn't care for tomorrow,
There was us and the night,
May be it was the liquor,
But I was smiling,
As I passed out on your bed,
Closed my eyes and breathed in.