cheap fuck

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first of all... a liter of cheap wine

second a sore shoulder

third best friend hates your guts

and a third one does too

and wait it's all in your head

and you're not

'cept that the stranger rubbing your back

would please pretty please love to leave your

vacinity

but yes you're sitting cross eyed

as your lover

as your perfect lover

is off

loving

and i hate hate hate through the bottom 

and i have to squint to see what i wrote

and

fuck

you

I don't wanna

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The cab driver is drunk.

Or stoned.

Or is it just me

Is she gonna give me money

Is she using me for a cab

Will she make out with me

I look like a jelly donut

It was messy

I thought I was home alone

And I just want to fill

My bloated belly

Considering calling

One of them gross guys

A hard cock to tell me

I look sexxxy

It was all so perfect

Goosebumps and all

And I run off stoned

Cause I know I’ll try to make out with em

Or cry

Or both

My skirt so tight

Marks

Swollen hands

Big juicy veins

Pounding

Nervesous

Too drunk for this

Felt like such an idiot

Same dyke jean-vest

What the fuck!

am I doing

So glad I didn’t try

To make out with anyone

Actually

Saved us all a lot of embarrassment

Leftover pasta popping

Leftover drool

Cause I tried to make friends

Didn’t try to make out with said tried friends

Saved us a all a lot of embarrassment

Crying

But it’s just the fan

Puffed up with health pasta

“It’s very lovely”

Such a moron

What I must look like

I know what I look like

But I can’t help myself

I don’t wanna

I don’t wanna