Woke up this morning in someones else's bed.
Didn't want to be alone so stayed the night with old 'friends' instead.
Good ol' Jack Daniels has always been there.
As for the boy... no one could compare.
I was curled up next to him,laying on his chest under one arm.
Slowly and quietly I got up before my alarm.
Picked up and slipped on my clothes from the night before.
They were scattered all over the floor.
Stood upoff the bed, and I could feel the world spin.
My phone loaded withtext messages from him.
Sighed as the guilt started to sink in.
He will never know, it would be the perfect scheme, perfect sin.
Whispered ,“ sleep well, and I hope your day is good.”
Tiptoed across the bedroom and shut the door as quietly as I could.
Ran into his room-mate who had been awake.
Now myhead really started to ache.
Meant good morning but said goodnight.
I felt like a cat burglar sneaking around in middaylight.
She shared a confused smile, as I made my way out thefront door.
Finally that the little voice in myhead that I really tried to ignore
started to get a little louderas I walked down the street.
“ How could you do that to him, howcould you cheat?”
“ Why can't you keep something concrete?”
“You're like a broken record, a broken record set on repeat.”
This isnt me, it couldn't be.
It seems that wrong enjoys my company.
I don't know what to do, I don’t know how to feel.
Being honest, it still doesnt feel real.
How could It all be corrupted, how could I be in this deep?
I wish it was all just a dream and I was asleep.
