friday night mind fuck

Your voice stole my sleep
In the middle of the night
Slipped into my bed
And penetrated my mind
Filling it with skeptic hope
And relieving it of reasonI should have known
They put you up to it
Those Spirits you call friends
I heard it in your voice
In the impediment of your speech
They had fooled you as you drank
Promising ignorant bliss
Instead filling your mind with false confidence
Making you speak in tongues
While in your Spirits induced trance
Yeah, that was you...that night you left the dance
And afterward, when all was said and done
And Afterward, when all was done and said
Turns out it was just what it was
A cheap, drunk Friday night mind fuck
--"quiroz" 2005