Scattered Pearls

the clasp broke at the disco Mom I'm sorry
 & the older men who hit on Becky
 nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls
 & we searched the best we could
 for two entire songs we knelt & felt along
 the place where we had stood
 but we only found 7 of Grandmother's pearls
 & as we rode the bus home I thought surely
 I'd wake up tomorrow just to find
 that I had dreamed up everything
 there'd still be pearls on a string
 I wouldn't smell like smoke & I'd still
 have the cash that I had spent on drinks
 oh I feel as scattered as Grandmother's pearls
 Mom don't cry they're only pearls