I am solo in the living room
I am a groom to myself living in gloom
There is definitely a piece missing in the puzzle
I am dumbfounded with a muzzle.
As my mind departs to another terrestrial
My friends arrive in the house interior
I warmly welcome them with cold water
Yet they preferred a liquid that could slaughter.
Two bottles are excavated from nowhere
Music turned up to a volume the ears couldn't bear
The girls dancing like they possess no underwear
Gleaming like silverware, I watched them from my armchair.
They later left me with my solo self and a bottle of gin
Feeling much better now, music just made me grin
To the thoughts regarding the tunes
My life faded to sleep with the melody and traveled to neptune.
