Next time I won’t let you give me that drink
And I won’t drink it
Next time I won’t let you lead me into a secluded corner
And I won’t drink more
Next time I won’t let you kiss me, your hands snaking down my side
And I won’t kiss back
Next time I won’t drunkenly slur "you can come to my house, my mom’s gone"
And you won’t come over
Next time I won’t let you lead me to the bedroom
And we won’t be in there
Next time I won’t let you take your clothes off
And I won’t take off mine
Next time I won’t let you touch me
And you won’t touch me
Next time I won’t let you push inside
And I won’t feel you inside me pushing
Next time I won’t cry out in pain
And you won’t keep going anyway
Next time you won’t be there
And I won’t let you inside

Inside is mine.
Next time you aren’t allowed in