Because darling
I know he is a drug
I know that I am addicted to liquor of his lips
I know
Ninety five percent of the time
my best friend hates me for not choosing the other boy
The safe one
The football player
Who takes honors math
And listens to rap music
And can't hold
An intelligent conversation
And for the life of me
I cannot lose myself
In his solar system
The same way
That I feel lust-drunk
On vodka boy's lap
And I knew I was addicted
Before I got into this mess
I knew
I was sketchy people
In the back of a ratty bar
Or old pickup trucks
With the windows steamed up
And the fact of the matter is
It is nobody's business but ours
Whether or not we make it out broken
Whether or not he calls himself okay
Because we are yin and yang
A perfect hurricane
And I know
He is playing me like a fiddle
But I also know
That I put the pick in his hands
So darling
Please
Don't worry about me
I'll be alright, kid
And if I'm not?
You told me so.
(P.S.: I don't hate you. You're just more right than I'd care to admit)
//for that quiet girl, the one from my math class//
