Drunken Call

After the party when everyone left
The garbage piled up on the floor
Good thing there was another vodka bottle
After all I drank, I just wanted more

And I was drunk, so glorious drunk
But I couldn’t remember a thing
When I did something so stupid
And after I took another drink

I picked up my phone
And called this girl, DeAnne
She was so great to me
She was one of my best friends

Well, that’s what she wanted
She made it clear
She didn’t want our friendship
To disappear

And be ruined with feelings
And romantic crap
But it was nonetheless inevitable
For having feelings like that

So I confessed my love to her
And she graciously explained
That in a different moment we’d be together
So neither of us would be blamed

And we remained friends
Until this one night
When I dialed her number
Which I knew wasn’t quite right

But I did it anyway and she answered
And she hadn’t a clue
When I drunkingly proclaimed,
“DeAnne, I love you!”

She didn’t respond for a moment
And then when she did
She asked if I was drunk
I said no at first, but then I switched

She laughed softly
And I love when she does
So we just talked and talked
And talked just because

Don’t get me wrong, I still love her
But for reasons other than the obvious
We finally said our goodbyes
Then I went to take a piss

After all I was still drunk
And I probably won’t remember it later
But I’ll always have her love
And that is way greater

Than any alcoholic drink
And some cheap thrill with a hoe
Because she’ll talk to me late at night
Whenever I’m feeling low