Frenchie

I don't know if you know how I
Felt that night
The weed was pinching my eyes
And the alcohol had bruised my side
I felt oddly sober when you
Looked at me
But it also felt like someone had kicked my gut with their knee
I approached you, thoughts racing
Second guessing my high
And my eyes started to water as I watched you cry
And I said I'm sorry
I don't think I can stay
But thank you so much for the party anyway

Our eyes collided walking past the post office
And that was when I realized I was such a piece of shit
I wish I'd seen before I met her, she wasn't being cold
She'd just given me her sweater so I'd have something to hold



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Writer(s): Caden Dickinson
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