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love to wake up to a slur-y call at quarter to five. she’s taken time out her busy drinking schedule just to let me know she’s still alive, and that the moment she figures out where she is she’s definitely coming home, assuming of course she’s managed not to lose her wallet, keys, mind, and phone. I like the way she doesn’t care her stella-and-puke perfume reeks, just staggers straight up the stairs to bed to collapse and pass out on my clean sheets.
she can hardly stand, beer still in her hand, she won’t see alcohol going to waste. her vision blurs, she swears, spits, staggers, vomits and slurs. you just can’t quench her thirst, she’s ace at getting off her face.
and later when she cracks open those bloodshot eyes and the last of last night’s evils and stomach lining have been exorcised, she’s still wearing the clothes she slept in, not washing or eating yet, but already reaching for the gin, a mirror, razor, and a cigarette. and I like to ask her all about what fun she had the night before but the blackouts and periods of unconsciousness mean she’s never really sure.
she can hardly stand, beer still in her hand, she won’t see alcohol going to waste. her vision blurs, she swears, spits, staggers, vomits and slurs. you just can’t quench her thirst, she’s ace at getting off her face.
trust me, she’s not taking advantage, we’re just both happiest when she’s having fun, and it makes me feel needed when I’m being taken for granted, so if she needs a 3am ride it’s a privilege to give her one.
and her heartbeat races when I place my head upon her chest, although that could just be all the methamphetamine I guess, but she’ll always be the one, it’s not just my wallet she stole, and I’ll always be there to hold her hair and keep it out the toilet bowl.
she can hardly stand, beer still in her hand, she won’t see alcohol going to waste. her vision blurs, she swears, spits, staggers, vomits and slurs. you just can’t quench her thirst, she’s ace at getting off her face.

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from We'll Probably Be Fine, released February 8, 2021

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