I was twenty when I had my first beer.
It was a Miller Lite in Jay's bedroom.
Bill and Jay were there.
And I felt funny when I walked toward the stairs down to the bathroom.
I thought, so this is how alcohol feels?
And I can't erase the blank expressions off my face,
yet I expect you to know when I am and when I'm not okay.
Someone sober drive my car.
Drop me off in my front yard.
Honk the horn three times to wake up both my neighbors dogs.