Acidic

I'm knocking them back
acid wrapped in plastic wrapped in thoughts of going home
'cause I know they won't like me
while I sit. Suppress
desires of curling up inside his pocket
where I can dance
with lint and pills and other thrills.
Chemical equations got you
stripping off your pretence
a welcome alteration though all in all, a little sad
all in all a little wanting more little of a lot.
Now we're just skin and sweat and song.
Outside, the smoker's corner
My mind smoulders
while I take a toke on yours and smoothly split
the screen. Choking
in the fluid of your newly
ruptured camoflauge
And here's me thinking you're a regular Romeo
I'll show you a bona fide Lothario.