I pick my head up off the slick tile floor
And swish the spit around my mouth
There's this taste I can't ignore
I've got no shirt, no shoes, and the memory of a newborn
Honestly, I can't remember sh** from before waking in this darkness
An unfamiliar apartment
Pardon me, could I bother you for an identity or anything?
Give me a shape to this face
Or a name to this place
Or tell me, what the f** is that taste?
It's familiar, bitter
I can't place my finger on it
At the moment, I ain't got the time to pace and linger on it
Off my knees, I pulled myself to my feet and stumbled around the room a second
Until I caught the wall behind me
Then finding the lights was the hardest thing
But when I finally got them I was standing at a sink
In a bathroom I recognize
It might be my own
I pat my pockets for my phone
I'm like "sh**!"
Front two empty
The back two the same
Can't even find a name to put to this ugly face
Of bloodshot eyes s**ed entirely dry of any semblance of life inside
Wait, you hear that?
My phone ringing in the other room
I cut across the floor and hit the hallway, still confused
And it wasn't til I got around the corner that I smelled the fumes
And I'm like "Vials, heating pads, and boiling flasks?"
My whole damn pad looks like a chemistry cla**
And the past came back as I stepped into my lab