A little party never killed nobody right? A little laughter, a little glitter, a little a drink.
And another drink
And another
Another
Keep my glass full until morning light, and I promiseI'll be more fun.I promise if the tears come I'll hide them so you don't have to see that I'm not having fun at all.
Some say that drinking away your troubles is a way of pretending they don't exist. But tonight they don't. This is how I make them disappear. It's not like my troubles are hard; just pressure surrounding me so hauntingly I wonder if I'll suffocate one day. Although tonight, I'm just holding on.
Let me swing from the chandelier, let me watch as my glass fears fall down and shatter the floor. Let them laugh, and make a toast to the blind fun were having tonight. Let someone send me a worried glance as I throw back the 5th? 6th? I'll lose count. And then, let the shame come in the morning because I know I'm better than this.
I'm better than this
better than
this
I know somewhere, that I could be hurting someone. Hurting someone...hurting me? Popping the champagne I'll only laugh at the absurdity, irrationality, impossibility of myself getting hurt.
Party girls don't get hurt.
