We were dancing
on the tables
singing
Katy Perry anthems.

You stabbed me
in my left eye
with some cheap,
sticky paint.

I brought pasta
to the party
but I forgot to
bring the spoons.

We were laughing
at our facepaint
in the ladies room.

I miss you,
but you should know,
I miss everybody else too.

One day
I'm going to leave
this in my rear view.