Hungover Brunch At Tiffany's

I wanna go out but all my friends are married and happy

This bar’s too fratty

“Except when I could be your knife guy”

Gradually congealed into a fear of being held

A fear of being touched

A fear I cannot weld

Gonna bite my nails

Didn’t mean to get plastered

Gonna sing myself Death Cab in the bathroom mirror in a party hat. Can I cry in the uber when you tell me to go home?

I just feel so selfish when I hope that you’re alone like me

On New Years Eve

This year’s resolution

Consists of saying “hey man, I love you”

In a way that is neither cringy nor ill-timed;

Relearning to find comfort in intimacy;

And sending you dog memes until we resemble friends again

But when the ball drops down

I’m surrounded by makeout couples who will make kids

My 2020 vision insists I will be the same when I wake up

We don’t need Breakfast at Tiffany’s;

If you told me

You’ve given up on me

We'd have everything in common

Everything you wanted

Gonna bite my nails

Didn’t mean to get plastered

Gonna sing myself Death Cab in the bathroom mirror in a party hat. Can I cry in the uber when you tell me to go home?

I just feel so selfish when I hope that you’re alone like me

On New Years Eve