flat stomachs and rolls royces
climbing the social ladder one step at a time
his eyes whisper rhymes
and he taunts me with this hands atop my thighs
the la weather really makes people delirious
i saw flat stomachs and quick regrets
and jealousy and anger and toxic environments
pool tables with *****
and glasses of ***** cause he bought your drink so you can think about messing around with him when you’re already drunk
rowdy girls who hate commitment
who adore drinking as drake plays
neon lights bouncing off the ceiling
confetti falling and tears streaming down your face
they’re bitter and sharp like the tequila you downed in a frenzy of trying to have fake fun
now your apartment is messy
and you can’t see carpet beneath your feet
were the flat stomachs and abs and shared guilty grins enough for you?
did they make you feel more alive than the drugs and the alcohol?
did they make you feel human?
or did they just fill you up
and empty you
and leave you bawling on your bathroom floor?
tell me the truth.