Excoriate

If you’re calling to break up with me, can you hang up and do it tomorrow?
I am a little hungover, I can taste vodka and vomit in my throat and the first thing I read this morning was a message from an ex-boyfriend telling me he doesn’t love me anymore
And my body is damp and with sweat and the sheets are a tangled mess and my glasses are beyond my reach and I smell like stale smoke and I’ve smoked all my cigarettes and the bottom of my feet are gray and chapped and my lips are dry and cracked and did I mention he doesn’t love me anymore?
So if you’re calling to break up with me, call again tomorrow.