Music blowing in my ear but temptation is all i hear
inhibitions subside and all that remains is desire if you told me what i did last night i would call you a liar
drink in my hand women in my sight i can barley stand one hell of a night
my memory of my actions as questionable as my actions themselves
everything is blurry whats wrong, whats right what did i do last night? Im starting to worry
That line is so thin i stumble from side to side right and wrong i stumble back in forth until i swayed into a decision that maybe i shouldnt have made
the only thing i do remember is waking up in a place i don't remember