I met a girl last night, wearing a floral print dress
And gauze around both knees.
Jill fell down a flight of stairs
Dulling herself up for a night out.
I don’t think booze was always the bastion of hope
For disconnected introverts
That it now is.
I met a girl this morning, wearing a hospital bracelet
And a confused face,
Wondering how she got a MIP and her stomach pumped.