It's 2:00 a.m. now and it's dark.
I don't know how I ended up at this park.
With a half empty bottle of Jack.
And no intention of turning back.
With a ringing that's not coming from my head.
So I follow the sound to see where it lead.
My eyes look down to see a light.
I try to focus but it's a fight.
I pick it up and see it's a phone.
Then look around to see I'm alone.
The phone looks familiar.
But I can't place my finger.
Then it hits me because it's mine.
I feel kinda dizzy so I'm not fine.
I check to see the call that I missed.
I read your name as my hand closes into a fist.
