Good evening.
It’s hot, but the dark clouds roll in
promising rain.

I can’t stop shaking, remember
drinking to forget the pain.
Now I can’t even find it

in me to go out for the night,
take loads of drugs and
hospitalise

myself. I’ve been there
done that too many times.
I just want to sit here.

All my friends are off
having fun. The boys
I want are in love

with girls who aren’t me.
Excuse me, can I offer you
something, something,
would you like anything else? It’s final call.