Don’t leave me here
With a half drunk cocktail feeling half drunk.
I check my phone
To look as if I am not missing you
But then I stare at the door and wait for your return.
After an hour
I stand up delicately
Throw up on myself
And begin to cry
The one thing I promised not to do.
Fix my eyeliner in the restroom
Hold my head up high
Then this girl will return home and die.