Sixteen tiny little sharing plates

Scattered on the table

That we barely ate at all

Passing the wine, around

She’s hittin’ the vape, she’s rippin’ a cig

I think to myself she can’t handle it

Oh shit - there she goes

She’s taking a puke

On her brand new shoes

Stumble out the bathroom

You said “they’re kicking us out”

Now we’re under the moon

With the puke on your shoes

And I’m lookin’ at you

And you’re still kinda cute

A year goes by now we’re in the city

I don’t know why you even wanted to bring me

It’s your friends birthday,

Whoopie dee doo hooray

You know I’m down for some celebrating

But for you it’s more like a way of escaping

Oh my god pull the taxi over

It’s all coming up and we can’t control it

All the built-up shit that we can’t keep holding

Now she’s taking a puke

I’m watching from the rearview

What do I do, your friend is holding your hair

And I’m just trying to hold back the tears

‘Cause I knew

You can’t hide the truth

You only think about you

And it’s not that cute

Rollin’ to the party in my best friends car

It’s funny being lonely never felt this hard

Now I’ll take another shot just to cheer me up

But nothing I do makes makes this party not suck

It’s time for me to go home

‘Cause I’m thinking of you

With somebody new

After what we’ve been through

And it’s making me puke

And I hate that I loved

Every goddamn thing about you

Even the times I saw you you puke

You still looked cute