Fork between my toes
Nobody knows
call it the fork in the road
which path will you take
which path will I choose
Drink another one; *****
I drink when I'm single
Turns me into a drunk bilingual
I speak sober and drunk thoughts
who would have thought my thoughts would be so clear
drinking about a few more than a few beers
Down the hatch, that won't come back
and neither will you but I'm mad at the fact
you were never real but never fake
more like a waste of my time
Call it a mistake
Going off on a quandary
Hate doing laundry
The smell of finished business
makes me not miss this