she thinks its a bad idea
to ever be online
after a few pulls on her
whiskey friend
but we'll give her some
slack
just this one time
because we're dying to hear
her speak

give me everything you are
& leave nothing behind
except your love for
another
don't forget your
guitar
I'll remember your
good graces
every ******* day of the
week
if you just play me a
song
that speaks of nothing more
than sorrow
'cause that's all I ever call
home
in this hungry heart

a few more drinks
& I might be bold enough
to tell you
you're an *******
but I'll always love you
no matter
what
the sick season is