Once everyone starts leaving

I'm already hunched over the toilet vomiting and dry-heaving

I'll call him to come back once his wife goes to sleep

I know that he's never someone I can keep

He walks in and pulls out the pipe along with a sack

He always brings me Meth and he keeps coming back

Self-love and self-respect is what I lack

After we're done he kisses me, tells me goodnight and that he'll be back tomorrow after she goes to work

I lay down and feel like a whore and a total jerk

I get up and raid the fridge for a bottle

I start drinking and smoking Meth, going full-throttle

I know that he doesn't love me

And that's a fact that I can see

So, I'll take another swig and one more hit

I'm addicted to him, alcohol and Methamphetamine and that's something that I'll admit

I need to quit

That's my version of a sixteen year old after-party