I'm so scared no one cares what I did yesterday.
It makes me sick that everyone knows
where I was twelve hours ago.
It's your day off.
I wish you'd bug off
standing in line
buying discount white wine.
How many times can I speak my mind
until you've heard it all before?
Your opinion is moot,
you're in a goddamn salty mood
and you've had something to prove since the day you got
that chip in your tooth.
Save it all up for the aftermath well after the point.
Chalk it all up to the simple facts, no multiple choice.
Only now and then will one of us address
the harsh flip of that coin.
If you're not with us then get lost.
This party's ok.
Yeah these kids are ok,
but this beer feels great.
Not as good as your high waist.
I'm starting to feel sick.
The room is doing the spins.
I think they're drinking cheap shit.
My stomach can't take it.
I'm gonna puke all over you,
could you take a few steps back?
Right on queue, you say,
"Let's get some drunken food."
I'll listen about how your apartment sucks
and the rent is due.
Sober up on the walk back to the nearest train.
Count it lucky for every crack we step on the way.
We'll remember that we forgot the last one already came
but that's alright we like the night air in our lungs anyway.
I won't mention the wrong direction
that we're headed from my place.
I'll stay quiet as you climb up
the five steps of your staircase.
I hear the keys come from your pocket
and then unlock the door frame.