wrong friends wrong girl

one of those times

you find out

something

you already knew

she said

I want to meet your friends

more people I’d known

next city over

sure they said

its been a while

come Friday night

we’ll go out eat dance

you know our style

sleep somewhere

we’ll make space

& we go over

she hates them the music

everything

but we drink some eat dance

go back to their place

talk a while

find a space to flop

sometime after three

she can’t help herself

stop

take me home take me home

& I say straight

I can’t do this still drunk

but after a while

the lights go on

they crowd in concerned

take her home man

she don’t want to stay

& I knew then clear

wrong friends

wrong girl

the only way

to make this stop

is drive drunk

for people who don’t care

anyway

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