By Joseph Childress
This is practice
The climatic ending
We've been reliving
Since we've been passing
Bottles of passion
They explode like champagne
Or the breaking of glasses
When we let go
This abuse
Is useless
The pain is duller
Than the point I made
When I said
We were mad for each other
I meant
Made for each other
But we've mistaken each other
For designated driver's
Our destination
We'll never make
But, you're smarter than me
You'll get another ride
And me
I'll take another shot
Before I leave
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
By Joseph Childress
This is practice
The climatic ending
We've been reliving
Since we've been passing
Bottles of passion
They explode like champagne
Or the breaking of glasses
When we let go
This abuse
Is useless
The pain is duller
Than the point I made
When I said
We were mad for each other
I meant
Made for each other
But we've mistaken each other
For designated driver's
Our destination
We'll never make
But, you're smarter than me
You'll get another ride
And me
I'll take another shot
Before I leave
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