wrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off)

i have been sitting here wasting my day on wasted words you used to say to me. when we met, you forgot to tell me that one day i would probably hate you. maybe i should have read the fine print, but my eyes were strained from watching you so closely. not in a "you're up to something" way, more like "she's working the room and she knows it". it usually takes three shots before i have enough nerve to make eye contact.(my confidence always sits at 1/4 of a tank) maybe this night i should have looked anywhere else. i should have found any other pair of eyes. but i found yours. you had me under lock and key in seconds. i froze. you smirked. i looked away. you walked towards me. from that point on its all a blur of blonde hair, smoke, the taste of vodka, moving hands and muffled words. sometimes i think its the alcohol that attracted you to me, and the comfort that kept you around. to be honest, i(t) never really felt right.