In Bed

as the sun rouse up into the sky
and all i could hear was bird’s song
and the agony tones of radio on
i knew something was wrong

and as i lay and try to remember
with tightly closed eyes
i felt soft warm fingers trace a course
from the small of my back to the inside thigh

bight your lip, pretend you’re asleep
and hold your breast and count to ten
and when you open you eyes just hope
you’re back in bed with your girlfriend again

i recall a bottle of vodka and the best of my friends
and a strange party piece with a Swiss army knife
with me and your girlfriend
or is she your wife

i know my bedroom’s white
and this one’s green
with posters of bands i hate