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Waiting
Cherry vodka
Mixed with the scent of
Cigarettes and weed
Languid eyeballs
Crop tops
And self hate;
Your phone dying
and my phone dying
and yours again
And blaming our bad
social skills on everyone else
Wanting to vomit
Bathrooms with no locks
Cat calls
“How old are you?”
And waiting for you
All the time
And her
all the time
Someone all the fucking time
Long Drives home
Feeling empty
So very empty
And the glow of the red lights
In the early morning darkness
I was there again
Dancing in the dim light
While he watched you from afar
We laughed
We knew
And you made sure to steal a beer from him before the fall once again
And it's weird
How they never change
They stay the same
just the same
I drove home crying
To mather knoll
Almost crashed
When he said,
“ been talkin’ bout you so much, been talkin’ you away.”
Almost crashed
when he stopped
Simply because the silence
Was worse;
Feeling empty
So very empty
And the glow of the red lights
In the early morning darkness;
Cherry vodka
Mixed with the scent of
Cigarettes and weed
Languid eyeballs
Crop tops
And self hate
Some things never change
Do they ?
I can’t be there anymore
Mixed with the scent of
Cigarettes and weed
Languid eyeballs
Crop tops
And self hate;
Your phone dying
and my phone dying
and yours again
And blaming our bad
social skills on everyone else
Wanting to vomit
Bathrooms with no locks
Cat calls
“How old are you?”
And waiting for you
All the time
And her
all the time
Someone all the fucking time
Long Drives home
Feeling empty
So very empty
And the glow of the red lights
In the early morning darkness
I was there again
Dancing in the dim light
While he watched you from afar
We laughed
We knew
And you made sure to steal a beer from him before the fall once again
And it's weird
How they never change
They stay the same
just the same
I drove home crying
To mather knoll
Almost crashed
When he said,
“ been talkin’ bout you so much, been talkin’ you away.”
Almost crashed
when he stopped
Simply because the silence
Was worse;
Feeling empty
So very empty
And the glow of the red lights
In the early morning darkness;
Cherry vodka
Mixed with the scent of
Cigarettes and weed
Languid eyeballs
Crop tops
And self hate
Some things never change
Do they ?
I can’t be there anymore
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