It's those thoughts that keep you from sleeping
The memories that either make your mind fluctuate with cringe worthy sadness
Or the recollections that entice us to laugh to ourselves at four AM and wish we could go back
Sometimes it's the worrisome or eager anticipation of things to come
Though nothing is guaranteed
Tomorrow will bring the sun
The memories of that time when someone got too drunk and was so far gone you couldn't understand a word they we're trying to say
And as fast as you could say "hey, you don't look so good"
A typhoon of ***** came shooting out at light speed onto the floor
Then the wall
Then the way to the toilet
Then on the toilet
Then eventually in the toilet
And more often than not, on themselves
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
It's those thoughts that keep you from sleeping
The memories that either make your mind fluctuate with cringe worthy sadness
Or the recollections that entice us to laugh to ourselves at four AM and wish we could go back
Sometimes it's the worrisome or eager anticipation of things to come
Though nothing is guaranteed
Tomorrow will bring the sun
The memories of that time when someone got too drunk and was so far gone you couldn't understand a word they we're trying to say
And as fast as you could say "hey, you don't look so good"
A typhoon of ***** came shooting out at light speed onto the floor
Then the wall
Then the way to the toilet
Then on the toilet
Then eventually in the toilet
And more often than not, on themselves
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