take a walk in her shoes
impromptu parties
& people you know that
just love you
'cause you're one of the few
that remember how to
a very close game of
beer pong
birthday boy mixing all
the liquor in the
nearly empty bottle of
Jager
*but **** was it
dangerously delicious*
you fall in love with anyone
who gives you the
least bit of
attention and you feel
like a siren
trying to draw in
all the men
so very lost at
sea
if only for a friendly
chat
then its closing time
for your schedule
& the next day you enter
into the world of all you call
home sweet home
back at your mother's
all the people you ever loved
minus one
have come to grace you with
a good old-fashioned
get together
the girl who had your back
since grade school
gives you the great gift
of fresh ink on your shoulder
she worried about ******* it up
you worry about how much
that needle's gonna sting
but it doesn't
the men gather upstairs
& we sing classic songs
of drugs
& love and grunge
you almost made the boy
cry with your voice
these days are too few and far
between
come by again sometime
we miss you where you are
& you'll always miss feeling so
alive
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
take a walk in her shoes
impromptu parties
& people you know that
just love you
'cause you're one of the few
that remember how to
a very close game of
beer pong
birthday boy mixing all
the liquor in the
nearly empty bottle of
Jager
*but **** was it
dangerously delicious*
you fall in love with anyone
who gives you the
least bit of
attention and you feel
like a siren
trying to draw in
all the men
so very lost at
sea
if only for a friendly
chat
then its closing time
for your schedule
& the next day you enter
into the world of all you call
home sweet home
back at your mother's
all the people you ever loved
minus one
have come to grace you with
a good old-fashioned
get together
the girl who had your back
since grade school
gives you the great gift
of fresh ink on your shoulder
she worried about ******* it up
you worry about how much
that needle's gonna sting
but it doesn't
the men gather upstairs
& we sing classic songs
of drugs
& love and grunge
you almost made the boy
cry with your voice
these days are too few and far
between
come by again sometime
we miss you where you are
& you'll always miss feeling so
alive
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