Venmo Still Thinks We're Friends, Pt. 1

I am three glasses deep into your eyes
You're pouring another tequila on ice
I'd rather be alone so carry me home
Then you ask me to go for a swim
The water's cold
You'll find me staying up all night
Eggshells on your queen sized
Wish my flight was tonight
Doing handstands hoping my legs crash into yours to give us a reason to laugh other than the fact that you never loved me and you never will
How much water can these lungs hold until you admit you let me go
I'll be mostly water by the time your lips unfold
Your heart's so heavy
Your heart's so cold
But inside your pool it was buoyant enough to hold
So just take me by the hand
Let's back to your place for some drunk pity sex and five months I lie awake



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Licata
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