The Last Drink

We were all drinking, cept for him
Wine from plastic cups, dirt under our feet and then came the hiccups
He was made to get under her skin.
I’m sure their heads’ pounding to the rhythm of Usher’s Red Light
(But the heart’s faster)
They don’t see me in the night,
as his fingers made the first move of sin

Her smile quivered
A tear slipped, from her (and me)

I walked away as he whispers “Please don’t cry. I'm just gonna fly’

I'm putting in words, a memory I stole of you and him. Remember this Sheels? So please don't cry because you're making me cry.