April's Fool is May's Wiseman

I am washing my sheets again
Staring at the bed I sleep in
I am the only one who knows its secrets

The chemist knows that he sometimes found me
tangled in my headphones
unresponsive and in full dress
Come morning he would voice his distress
 Really, I think he was most concerned
that he didn't get to have sex

The kid fresh out of college and straight into rehab
took me for a ride in his car
and made me watch him smoke opium
His polite upbringing asked me if I wanted some
 Of course, I refused
 I only wanted him

I washed my sheets and made my bed

I am telling everyone my secrets