On the phone 'till 2 AM

He called me last night. He told me that he wanted me. So, why am I not pleased? He was fucked out of his mind. Chuck told me he had a whole cup of vodka. Ugh... And he said all these things and told me I was beautiful... That's what keeps me hanging on. I'm a fucking idiot. Waiting on a boy that won't take me.
It's not fair. He never wants me when he's sober, only when a drug is obstructing his mind. I want him all the time. Not in my heart, though. Just in my jeans.