The same three Oasis songs on loop.
Must've fell asleep after something fun.
Thermostat is set too high.
Dog drool on the pillow on the floor.
No empty bottles.
No crumpled boxes.
No childproof caps littering the floor.
No lemon bars in the fridge.
Didn't even know I could make em.
Wait...
I have no independent recollection of baking.
Something is amiss.
This is not my life.
The same three Oasis songs on loop.
Stiff bones.
Dawn long passed.
A megaphone hangover and frozen floorboards.
The kind that leave those dewy footprints and numb your toes.
This is more my pace.
Tripping over chew toys.
Bamboozled by the volume of glass and plastic on the floor.
The mystery stains on the floor.
Some of it being my blood.
Some of it.
Who the fuck is even paying the bills?
Who the fuck even cares?