Drunk
Saturday's midnight and I wish that I was drunk Would be better than being sober crying on my bedroom floor All alone Fucking alone That way I'll have an excuse to tell everyone how I feel. That way I'll have an excuse to believe that life is fair without feeling so stupid for being such a naive girl. That way I wouldn't want beat myself for wishing so bad that you were not fucking dead That way, maybe, it wouldn't be so sad at all To know I almost started to cry at work To know I've been keeping a plastic dinosaur in my pocket cause every inch of me just wants to be 6 years old. Saturday's midnight and I wish that I was drunk That way, maybe, I could feel some kind of warmth. —Agnes Hightopp .