Remember Your Nights

You're a decent guy to hang with,
So I mean no offense
When I say
I can't help but notice
The way
You never remember your nights the next day.

I always see you with your girl,
Sweet Mary Sue Griswold
With the face of an angel,
The figure of a model,
and the liver of a forty-five-year-old,
Drinking all your stomachs (and more than your minds) can hold.

I'm more than aware that it's fun to be bad,
But nevertheless it seems
That you ought to remember the fun that you had
When you get old and boring like me.