When I crawled out of bed this morning
I could tell something wasn't right.
There were cigarettes in the ashtrays
and they weren't your menthol lights.
There were beer bottles in the kitchen
and broken glass on the floor.
Someone must have slipped me something,
passed out a couple days before.
The car was in the carport sideways,
big dent running down the side.
Never seen anything as frightening
as when I took a look inside.
Smell of musk and deception,
heel marks on the roofline.
Bad music on the stereo,
all the seats in recline.
The aftermath staring me right in the face.
I'll get around to breaking even one of these days.
My credit cards have all been maxed out.
The meat in my freezer all thawed.
IRS laid the facts out.
It's all worse than we thought.
The welfare lady said enough is enough,
the kids ain't been to school in weeks.
Crystal meth in the bathtub.
Blood spattered in the sink.
Lying around in the aftermath,
it's all worse than you think.