I went out to the club the other night
To, you know, dance with my bitches
That guy was there again
He's like
"I'm sorry for what I said last weekend"
I told him I didn't mind
Which was a lie
But I was equally sorry
And I didn't want to apologize
It was just a drunk text
In my head I was writing a fiction of us
Behind my eyes
I was begging for things
My lips could never ask
And my mouth kept pouring
Desperate clauses of random intent
He asked me if he could text me later
After the club
He hands me another shot of vodka
And I say
Sure
To, you know, dance with my bitches
That guy was there again
He's like
"I'm sorry for what I said last weekend"
I told him I didn't mind
Which was a lie
But I was equally sorry
And I didn't want to apologize
It was just a drunk text
In my head I was writing a fiction of us
Behind my eyes
I was begging for things
My lips could never ask
And my mouth kept pouring
Desperate clauses of random intent
He asked me if he could text me later
After the club
He hands me another shot of vodka
And I say
Sure
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