The Afterparty

In a dash to make the revelry before the revelry broke I cut corners from my gracious host I dodged another set of hands I made a break and edged the speed limit up 91 and left my friends behind I redefined my sober by how many drinks I did not have to buy I was not wishing you were here I wasn’t waiting for your call I was with another girl I wasn’t actually with she was buying me another round and nobody was dancing so I killed the whiskey and buried myself into the floor I let her leave without me I almost called I pawned the blankets and fell asleep on a pile of towels and the windows open and your voice caught in the receiver of the phone.