Me, on the toilet
You, in the shower, staring
This is not my bathroom

Me, cuffed by the cops
You, standing in red-blue light
Wow you are gorgeous

Me, puzzled in my cell
How did that even happen?
How much did I drink?

You, pressing charges
Me, concerned but kind of happy
I’ll see you again

Me, with no lawyer
You, with a lot of money
Your bathroom was nice

You, explaining your case
It’s fun to hang out with you
This is really great

Me, losing the case
With an order of restraint
This is much less fun

Me, feeling depressed
You, feeling much more safe now
Why can’t we hang out?

Me, in my bathroom
It feels so strange to me now
I miss your toilet

You, in the window
Me, perched with binoculars
Fifty yards away

Me, at your doorstep
You, mad with a baseball bat
Can I have your cell?

Me, bleeding a lot
You, about to call the cops
I am leaving now

Me, buying whiskey
Me, drinking a lot of whiskey
God I love whiskey

Me, with blurry eyes
My face, landing in the mud
I need a shower

Me, in warm water
You, somewhere else probably
I am all alone

Me, not all alone
Someone, now in the doorway
This is not my bathroom.