So here I am. It's only 2:12am.
And my pupils? Totally dilated.
They've been like that for a while,
Before midnight. Before I saw you.
Traipsing back to your apartment,
As I stumbled, in arms, to the next bar.
That girl on your arm.
Like me but smaller.
Like me but different.
Do you cook her dinner?
Watch movies together?
Is it the same with every girl?
Or am I different? Am I the girl?
The girl who should have been a mansion.
The girl who should have been a home.