Nov 2014
Day after passing day
We hear the cars go through
We sit alone and pray
For something to be new
But it is what it is
I sip my drink and he sips his
And in the end I'm sad because
I drank twice the beer and only got half the buzz
We hear the cars go through
We sit alone and pray
For something to be new
But it is what it is
I sip my drink and he sips his
And in the end I'm sad because
I drank twice the beer and only got half the buzz
Kind of a drinking poem. About the multiple me's I guess...and my issues with drinking.
