And there you were
On my birthday of all days.
Sitting there, as if you were waiting for me to make the first move
Placed in my line of sight as if you were made for me.
You, looking all tempestuous and such.
And I, a person of virtue, a person who prides himself to resist.
But not on this night.
Placed under a spell you cast upon my mind.
Devine intervention would have to occur as I was then, blinded, *******,
Only to be under your control.
Handcuffing me, to be sickened by the thought of the next day.
I know I should have known better, but my eyes would deceive me that evening.
I thought, I had you wrapped around my finger like a yoyo,
But instead, you turned into a chinese finger trap,
Gripping me to reality of what would soon hit me like a ton of bricks.
That night, you ordered me a screwdriver, and then another, then another and so on
only to drive the ***** directly through my judgement.
The next morning though, when I woke, I realized,
I must have been wearing my beer goggles,
Because, there you were and you were not who I thought you were.
You were in fact
A kind of a
What the ****
Kind of
**** you made me sick,
Kind of
Why did I ever take you home with me,
Kind of
A hang over.