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Nov 2017
You..
My little liquor drink.
What the **** was I thinking?
Sinking in the sand.
Well I'll be ******.
The lonely hearts club band
Needed a front man.
And me? I'm the poster child.
You're supposed to go wild,
But you lost control,
And you roll like thunder.
Wonder where you've been,
Since we're over my thumb,
Cause you're under my skin.
You continue to crawl
Cause I've been through it all,
And you win when you fall.
Its a sin if you call it a day
When you're halfway there.

That they stare, who really cares?
You dare
To defy me,
Try me on for size?
For shame.
Just a piece of the puzzle,
Was apart of the game,
And I tame no emotion.
Oceans coming in waves.
Break down in case of emergency.
Its urgent we use these electrons
To walk upon the earth.
Energy rebirth.
We curse,
We cry,
At first you die inside,
But you ride it through.

And you..
My little liquor drink.
I refuse to let you be the one
That puts me sick in the sink.

I'm addicted to thinking
That if the universe is bursting,
Then the world is shrinking.
Tinker with what you will.
A stinker with time to ****.
Thats all I was, now send me the bill.
And you
Go down so smooth
On the rocks
More often than not.
I forgot what felt like,
The stuper that cupid
Shoots you with is stupid.
To be concluded..
Just kidding, you did.

You, my little liquor drink
I refuse let you be the one
That puts me sick in the sink.
Slippin the pink;
I played for keeps,
And now this guitar weeps for me gently,
This reality was meant to be.
It sent for me.
I went to see the Oracle,
She said that it was horrible.
Ignore the *******, because
What I was gonna be hit with,
I could slip and slide
And send myself off of the deep end.
If we spend the energy
On what we pretend to be.
You can mend it and mould it,
And then you can hold it.
The coldest of souls
Will stoke up the coals
Because they're supposed to.
Roast you like a pig
Who was raised for bacon.
Wine and dine the swine,
So 69 and switch your line of sight.
Divine is right.
Maybe one day I might care.
Until then I'll send you a letter.
Get better
From Paradise to Nightmare.
No, I don't fight fair.
Tear you to shreds,
Embed it in your head
That you're dead to me.
What you said to me,
Its all been disregarded.
Even thinking that I may be
Broken hearted..
Nope. Only *******.
Ope.. I just farted
Even my behind started
Talking **** about you.✌
Brody Thompson
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Brody Thompson  22/M/Canada
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