I woke up one morning, my head was feeling sore 
Woke up to the sound of knocking, detectives at my door 
There were two of them, they walked right in, I said "What's going on?"
The sergeant shook his head and said "Don't you know what you have done?"
I don't remember a thing 
 
They took me to a house, 1 knew that I'd been there before 
There were men with tape and pencils, there was blood upon the floor 
The sergeant asked me softly "Now do you recall?"
It all looked so familiar as though I'd dreamt it all 
I don't remember a thing 
 
There was a photo on the dresser of a man who looked like me 
He was kissing a girl all in white, she was sitting on his knee 
A note was on the mantle, written in my hand 
It said "I love you, darling, more than I can stand"
I don't remember a thing