*Ps. I also have to take a ****
He says
It’s what best friends do
They tell you things you don’t want to hear
Like
*Ps. You’re being a ***** right now*
We both know how badly you want to
*Just ******* kiss her*
You are sandpaper laughter
So much grind in my double over we both tear up
This is the stuff I’ve been trying to tell people
For at least 12 years now
How we are so good at following each other’s lead
We get lost in the process and crash into a heaping mess
Of what the ****
Like when I pretend to be gay Christopher Walken
And you are his best friend some Australian guy
And the whole room laughs like this was a joke
I have stenciled SAFETY in microscopic letters
Around the outside of your mattress
For the days I can’t sleep at home
For days where rest
Is the warmth of 3 blankets and a room heater inside your freezing granny flat
You satiate my soul
Like the 12 packs we **** alone in one sitting
Inside your throat
There is a harmonica exhale
Tuned to the key of gritty
It was designed by people who have learned
The true definition of lonely
And It calls to them a song that has only one word
FOUND
I feel found in your ***** harmonica voice
It gets me
Plays my song when slow dancing alone
With my beer belly is all I need for company
You so much an ambidextrous best foot forward
That you occasionally forget which foot is your best
So you remember where your heart went
Always the right place
We might be a cacophony
Of whale farts
and silly accents
and ***** mouthed prayer
to everyone else who meets us
But I have only ever loved amazing people
And I love you
Ps…………. I hope you pooped well
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
*Ps. I also have to take a ****
He says
It’s what best friends do
They tell you things you don’t want to hear
Like
*Ps. You’re being a ***** right now*
We both know how badly you want to
*Just ******* kiss her*
You are sandpaper laughter
So much grind in my double over we both tear up
This is the stuff I’ve been trying to tell people
For at least 12 years now
How we are so good at following each other’s lead
We get lost in the process and crash into a heaping mess
Of what the ****
Like when I pretend to be gay Christopher Walken
And you are his best friend some Australian guy
And the whole room laughs like this was a joke
I have stenciled SAFETY in microscopic letters
Around the outside of your mattress
For the days I can’t sleep at home
For days where rest
Is the warmth of 3 blankets and a room heater inside your freezing granny flat
You satiate my soul
Like the 12 packs we **** alone in one sitting
Inside your throat
There is a harmonica exhale
Tuned to the key of gritty
It was designed by people who have learned
The true definition of lonely
And It calls to them a song that has only one word
FOUND
I feel found in your ***** harmonica voice
It gets me
Plays my song when slow dancing alone
With my beer belly is all I need for company
You so much an ambidextrous best foot forward
That you occasionally forget which foot is your best
So you remember where your heart went
Always the right place
We might be a cacophony
Of whale farts
and silly accents
and ***** mouthed prayer
to everyone else who meets us
But I have only ever loved amazing people
And I love you
Ps…………. I hope you pooped well
First line donated by Toffer, my best friend.
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