Turns out
I am a man sized
Inappropriate
Bad idea machine
And I wish I had someone to blame
Like you maybe
I’d like to cause and affect your beauty
How I drink to stop my stutter
But only when I see you do I stutter
Is that beer on my breath
Beautiful woman?
Or is it the burning smell
Of leftover courage
I found it in a cup
Cost me five dollars
I mean
Chivalry is not dead
He and I just got lost in translation
How I still think it’s cute
To drunk text
Or type
Or
I mean I am drunk right now
Writing this
A six pack alone
And still
I can see you in the fog
Of my memories movies
Just as clearly sober
And just as hauntingly beautiful
Probably I shouldn’t tell you that
But phone in hand
I say
What’s up?
I’m drunk again.
Goodnight.
I mean
Not even fake courage
Could settle obnoxiousness enough
To be truthful
So in permanent marker
On my bathroom mirror
I remind myself
“You are an *******
Turns out
I’m an *******
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 3:43 PM UTC
Turns out
I am a man sized
Inappropriate
Bad idea machine
And I wish I had someone to blame
Like you maybe
I’d like to cause and affect your beauty
How I drink to stop my stutter
But only when I see you do I stutter
Is that beer on my breath
Beautiful woman?
Or is it the burning smell
Of leftover courage
I found it in a cup
Cost me five dollars
I mean
Chivalry is not dead
He and I just got lost in translation
How I still think it’s cute
To drunk text
Or type
Or
I mean I am drunk right now
Writing this
A six pack alone
And still
I can see you in the fog
Of my memories movies
Just as clearly sober
And just as hauntingly beautiful
Probably I shouldn’t tell you that
But phone in hand
I say
What’s up?
I’m drunk again.
Goodnight.
I mean
Not even fake courage
Could settle obnoxiousness enough
To be truthful
So in permanent marker
On my bathroom mirror
I remind myself
“You are an *******
Turns out
I’m an *******
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