This one is a hold over from those drinking days...yeah, I remember them now, but back then....

I buried my face in my hands
I can’t answer all these questions
Where were you
What did you do
Why is your blouse like that
Questions I’d rather not face
This early in the morning
Why does it have to be like this
Why do the inquiries
Make me feel so quilty
I looked in the mirror
Another one of those days
And I vowed
Next time I’m not going to ask myself
All of these embarrassing questions
That I don’t know how to answer
Next time
.....
Maybe I’ll remember