Up Late in America's Drunkest City

It's late time
Saturday night
(maybe Thursday)
sky's getting dark
we're getting smashed
like this glass
that we broke
on this empty
country road
no one around
it's just us
but more things
are breaking
than these cups
we agreed we could
live without
we'll wake up soon
and you'll have
forgotten the things
you said and
only the broken
glass we left behind
will give testament.