fall: alcohol

He smelt like cigarettes,
she wore Chanel No. 5,
but it didn't really matter
and I didn't know why.
Everything you do
felt a little bit untrue.

There was some music,
we drank till we danced,
but nothing ever happens
that would ever make sense.
Everything you do
didn't matter what I felt too.

It was raining,
it was five o'clock.
In the morning we'll remember
last night we were drunk.
Hoping everything you do,
will never quite catch up to you,
feeling blue.

i woke up with the first two lines in my head. everything else was either totally true, or something entirely made up. i'll leave it to be figured out.