Your wine stained lips tell me
It was a ***** night.
You crawl into the covers
Waving at the light.
My hands want to shout
Want to ring you all out.
Gluey eyes and greasy hair
Looking a mess, I don’t care.
Your eyes are on yesterday..
Stale scotch and whiskey too.
But when you wake up today
You’re still going to be you.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
Your wine stained lips tell me
It was a ***** night.
You crawl into the covers
Waving at the light.
My hands want to shout
Want to ring you all out.
Gluey eyes and greasy hair
Looking a mess, I don’t care.
Your eyes are on yesterday..
Stale scotch and whiskey too.
But when you wake up today
You’re still going to be you.
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