Day after passing day
We hear the cars go through
We sit alone and pray
For something to be new
But it is what it is
I sip my drink and he sips his
And in the end I'm sad because
I drank twice the beer and only got half the buzz
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Day after passing day
We hear the cars go through
We sit alone and pray
For something to be new
But it is what it is
I sip my drink and he sips his
And in the end I'm sad because
I drank twice the beer and only got half the buzz
Kind of a drinking poem. About the multiple me's I guess...and my issues with drinking.
