Saint Patrick's day Two whiskeys six beers, Getting ready for the night. I wasn't ready. My phone buzzing Like a hummingbird Stuffed in my pocket. Suddenly I have friends, It's so overwhelming. Feels like getting cancer, I hope it was a misdiagnosis. Then I saw you. I'm used to it, But it's always just a ghost. Tonight it wasn't, And I wasn't ready. You were buried years ago, But ****, you smelt the same. As the day I threw the dirt on you.