Walk away

Empty glasses in your kitchen
Broken bottle on the floor 
Glass cuts me to pieces 
Lipstick stains from the night before 
Flies are dying on the worktops 
On their backs, they buzz in pain 
Sticky residue upon your island
Empty tickets of cocaine
You seem high and I’m fine but I’m lying 
Playing with my hair, I cover my mouth
Cause what wants to scream out, you’ll only deny it
Can only predict it’ll be heading south
Blank stares and misunderstandings 
Stomach churns, I grab the lead
Walk out before it gets messy 
My pocket only seems to get heavier
Keeping hold of your key