Concussion

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Words and Music © Matthew Ebel Entertainment

I was at the pearly gates today
but Saint Peter said I wasn’t late.
I was just asleep
and drooling at your feet.
Someone turned the lights out on the scene.
People gathered round to stare at me.

All the doctors say that I’ll be fine
and I’ll believe them when my eyes align
and my pounding skull
goes back to feeling dull.
I feel like I’m hung over from cheap wine.
I’m just glad I didn’t break my spine.

Last night at the bar I learned to fly-
only backwards, though, I don’t know why.
Although I have a hunch:
you beat me to the punch.
And now my memory’s bruised just like my eye.
I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.

I made jokes about a one-night stand,
but the punchline wasn’t all that grand.
So I kissed your hand
much faster than I planned.
(Ugh.)

When I woke up I saw everything.
In my head I saw your wedding ring
that you showed to me
at a rapid speed.
Now that I’m awake it starts to sting.
You left an impression on me.