Saturday night and I’m on my own Pouring the last bit of Grey Goose into my Fanta two liter

No one around to stop me I have a plan

There’s a party tonight and I have a plan

Sweaty sweaty lost freshmen looking to me for reassurance I only want one thing

Where is my secret crush?  Not even here

Another sweep  Not even here

Playing phone games On the couch in the coat room

“He’s such a fucking weirdo he was like wanna go to my room and I was like no my friend is sick like have some compassion?”

She can’t find her jacket

I am sitting on it