As he sighs and grabs your hips;
you take the bottle to your lips.
its the cure you think;
as you take a drink.
he smells like sweat and cigs;
he looks sophisticated yet dirty.
what you need is to escape;
is consent when drunk considered rape?
the white pill; the magic thing
a little bit of happiness to make you sing.
the room spins; you feel sick.
somethings hurts; the feel of his prick.
what his name?
where are your clothes?
where are you?
what day is it?
who am i?