Call Me When You’re Sober
By: Emma Drew
We set up shop in this town
Just to get away from you.
Yet you still have our number
And we have to call
Or Mom will end up there too.
You thought ‘Oh, just one more drink,’
Not really giving a care
About what that might happen
Or rather, what you might do
Once your hormones began to flare
I don’t want to talk.
I don’t want you to come.
I want you out of my life.
If I had one last wish, it would be
To get rid of that last bit of scum
There’s one more thing I have to say
Before you come waltzing over:
I won’t be home
Sorry, about your luck
Just call me when you’re sober.
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