Fluorescent Fuck

When the microwave hums at eleven thirteen The floor is cold, the cat is mean When the neighbor starts drilling at half past twelve I text my ex, "Go fuck yourself" Here on the sofa, queen of the crumbs No dreams, no plans, just twiddling my thumbs My credit card's crying, but pizza's underway Being alone means I don't share my cake anyway Completely fucked Left swipes and ghosts – just my luck On shaky knees through the 2 AM store Staring at dip, then walking out poor Completely fucked Another cheap wine, another bad fuck On shaky knees through the 2 AM store What could be better? I live for the floor One drunk text sent at half past three He read it. Nothing. Classic me. Phone's so dry it might just crack Even the group chat won't text back Stained sweatpants, a plant that's dead Woke up with yesterday's thoughts in my head Back in the snack aisle – God, what for? I spent my last ten on gum and nothing more Completely fucked Left swipes and ghosts – just my luck On shaky knees through the 2 AM store Staring at dip, then walking out poor Completely fucked Another cheap wine, another bad fuck On shaky knees through the 2 AM store What could be better? I live for the floor The freezer hums a song I know by heart "I'll change my life tomorrow" – that's my favorite part One yogurt, two tears, and a coupon expired Being this alone should have gotten me hired Completely numb, completely awake Bought wine for the heartbreak and chips for the ache The self-checkout screen says "Please take your stuff" I whisper "I tried, but it's never enough" Completely numb, completely aware No texts, no plans, no one to care But the freezer still hums and the yogurt's still there Being this alone should at least be fair