3. "here"

thought i grew

a bit

since the party album,

but here i am,

disassociating

while the music’s playing,

and i guess right now,

my anxiety’s

got the last laugh,

because i’m right back

where i was

the last time i came out

to one of these.

the only sober one

in a room

where “shots” is blasting,

guess i’m the one

turning down,

sorry jon,

they only want the hits

but i was looking

for some substance

and i came

to the wrong spot

to find it.

last time,

i tried to leave

but they pulled me in,

i won’t make

that same mistake again,

with my beanie low,

i make a quiet retreat

for the exit door,

turn back

and we lock eyes

for a minute,

i sense disappointment,

but i’m sorry,

i shouldn’t have

come to this.

i gotta get out of here.