Hookups

Oh, intoxicate yourself, medicate.
blaze away the past, the time.
paint yourself thick, but i know your thin.
i don't mind.

it's all this shit.
the undeniable urges of the undesirable kind
i want you, you want me. after a few, anyways.
you don't mind.

then we'll wake up,
unmistakably sober minds, unkind.
matching up a patchy night.
we both don't mind.

soon, baby i'll want you again.
and maybe you want me. we'll rewind.
disappointing how are schedules never match.
we both don't seem to mind.

and you'll work, i'll write.
haven't seen you in some time.
unavoidable self-consciousness
i pretend i don't mind.

now, i'm not one to strike up a conversation
and i suppose you aren't inclined
there wasn't any promises.
do you mind?