24. Bells

I woke up to these bells,

And found myself in your bed;

I can’t even remember

How I got here;

What have I done?

This can’t be undone

What will he say?

What will they think?

I’m trapped by this day,

Driven to drink,

But I never drink,

And I won’t start now,

So what do I mean?

Where am I, again?

Why are these bells ringing?

I just want to sleep…

The End

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