I haven’t been this drunk since yesterday and though I want to stumble out of your bed, out of your room, your apartment, your life-- I find myself to be so needy. So tired.
I picked you up in a bar downtown and I let you think you did all the work. I knew from the moment I saw you. Nevermind your shaky voice and the tan line on your finger. Maybe tomorrow you’ll tell your friends about me and all the crazy things I did to you, and that’s okay.
It’s not you I’m thinking of.
Your sheets are sweat soaked and you look like you could seriously use a cigarette, but I’m not finished with you yet.
Now, pour me another drink, sweetheart. I’ve got to make the toast of my life.
Cheers to the man who destroyed me.
Cheers to an unborn child.
Cheers to the love of my life. I’m so thankful he got away.
To have someones abortion, using them as a tool to get want you want with being able to disband as quickly as you picked them up but with a little something to remember them by. They only intentions in this state of our minds at this point is the release.
I still am unsure why this, in your opinion, is fitting. Either my post is impersonal and unclear, you’ve read too much into it, or you’ve chosen to interpret it your own way. Either of these is fine. Thanks for enlightening me.
"It’s not you I’m thinking of. " Indicates this person is using another, maybe to feel and maybe only for the release, only you know, but what is certain is the pain.