after a while

***** turns to water
and all of a sudden
it doesn't burn like it used to.

dancing turns to kissing
turns to *******

mistakes you can't take
back with the door wide open.

"this isn't free ****!"
at least someone
is looking out for me,
because I sure as hell ain't.

the truth turns to rumors
as pinocchio's nose grows.

"that's not what happened!

not exactly"
I try to salvage what's left
of my reputation.

but then again,
I was too drunk to
know what really did happen.