HOUSE PARTIES

We met on the couch
Through that mutual friend
You were drunk off some six dollar wine
You hated my guts
So I kicked up the grass
As if my hometown wasn't small enough
When I reach out to touch you
My hand slips right though
Like some glitchy hologram on the I-10
I'm tired of living on the roof
There's so many bones in the garden
You and I should dig up the dirt
And let those animals pass through
And when we're done decomposing
We'll say goodnight without saying I Love You
When I reach out to touch you
My hand slips right through
Like some ghost that was never there
Or someone that's bruised
And when you're on your deathbed
Begging me to leave
I'll still need you more than you want me
Wishful thinking gets you nowhere
Let's be cynical and mean
What more could you want from me
What else could you want