Intoxicated

Fragments of memories, shattered like glass and washed away in a stream of booze Only a few remain, leaving you with just enough to get the big picture The lost ones hold details, mysteries that you're unsure you want to know the answers to Your own nievity led you to this Like a lion hunting its prey, they'll wait until you're vulnerable to attack and hope that you won't remember what they did by the time the sun rises again You knew that already What made you forget?