he called me pretty and I just went with it
Some random party I went alone to,
looking for a sip of self-destruction
It was only an hour in when I met
I thought we were like grapes stuck together on the same branch-
sweet, tart, and vulnerable

truth be told, I was bored
I was frustrated
I was looking for a place to crawl in
then he called me sweet
and I went with him

I thought about random things as I lied there, holding onto to his sweaty skin
His cologne was distracting to say the least,
his voice was fading with every second

I daydreamed about traveling to rome
I thought about how the earth was dying
about how I couldn't wait to go home.

I wonder what he was thinking about.