incapasitated indiscretion

I don't like anyone, especially you. Some are still up in the clouds, next to you. My eyes avert you, down on my knees Drink till I ache, ditsy-stole knock on the red door I don't even like you, against the wall I kiss you until our lips are bruised No-"take a shot" "Just one more" Isn't that what you came here for? I see a face in the window Stranger in the mirror it is just a cig drunk dance on the roof- with you. I thought I didn't like you you're on my your body sinks around mine: places it doesn't belong. I wish I didn't like it. I wish it wasn't you.