Hospital.

It was an accident.
We all make mistakes,

mine was being sober enough to
tell you that I was sick.

Or, at least. What I'd done.

You drove me to the emergency room.

I hate needles.

I stayed there over night.
My liver was fucked.

Whiskey and codeine don't mix.
I should have died.

The last thing I remember was the party.
I was dressed like Nikki Sixx,

I got naked, jumped in the spa.

I tried to fuck that girl.

I passed out instead.

When I woke up, you were holding my hand.
You told me you loved me.
That was the last time.

A week later we broke up.

We all make mistakes.

Mine was surviving.