Friday Night

You should have told me.

You should have told me

You were bad for me

Long before,

I smelled the whiskey

On your breath,

Days before

Friday night,

When you took

My hand.

You should have told me.

You should have told me

I couldn't trust you

Long before,

I tasted the alcohol

On your lips,

Days before

Friday night,

When you took

me to that

room upstairs.

You should have told me.

You should have told me

Not to ignore

The rumors

Long before,

I felt your hands

On my skin,

Days before

Friday night,

When you

Ripped my

Nicest  dress.

You should have told me.

You should have told me

You were bad for me

Long before,

I had to

Scream for help,

Days before

Friday night,

When you

left me alone,

Crying on that

Bedroom floor.

You should have told me.