Two in the morning
My beer is getting warm
I think this is my fourth bottle
And it tastes better than the first one
My friends didn't know about you
But they know there's something wrong
As I shout the lyrics
Of my favorite song
No questions. They know me well
Now they're giving me sort of heaven
In the middle of my hell
You see, I want you as whole.
Not just body. But your soul
Your love, your kiss.
Say I'm the one you miss
But clearly, you don't care.
Good thing my friends and alcohol are here.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
Two in the morning
My beer is getting warm
I think this is my fourth bottle
And it tastes better than the first one
My friends didn't know about you
But they know there's something wrong
As I shout the lyrics
Of my favorite song
No questions. They know me well
Now they're giving me sort of heaven
In the middle of my hell
You see, I want you as whole.
Not just body. But your soul
Your love, your kiss.
Say I'm the one you miss
But clearly, you don't care.
Good thing my friends and alcohol are here.
