Nebulous

Three in the morning
Last one has gone
Nothing but empty bottles
Smoked filled halls
Over in the corner
She’s had one too many now
Sleeping off her party
And there’s no one else around
3 lost in my kitchen
Looking for a place to fix this pain
We got it how’d this happen
We’re still young and should be happy
Fix another drink can’t speak can’t think can’t feel
It’s better this way