Cups & Bottles

You look at me through blurry eyes, 

Sitting among all of your best friends, 

All those empty cups and bottles. 

You've been draining me. 

You've spilled every last drop 

Of my respect for you, 

Fumbling for your friends' favor. 

You've lost every last bit 

Of my interest in you, 

Hitting on my friends 

To win points from the guys. 

There's little left here now, 

I've been drained and I am nothing. 

I can't stay here, 

thrown in with all the others. 

I won't be another 

of your empty cups and bottles.