I was tired but still made it
Took a shot to be festive,
then another to loosen the noose.
We danced for a bit but I was still stiff.
Jameson, on the rocks—my substance of choice.
Found you in the back,
Finished that ****** joint you rolled.
We laughed a bit and then you bit me.
I pulled you close but then you ran.
Kicked me in the shin,
Flicked me off as you turned the corner.
Love hurts they said.
Literally…
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
I was tired but still made it
Took a shot to be festive,
then another to loosen the noose.
We danced for a bit but I was still stiff.
Jameson, on the rocks—my substance of choice.
Found you in the back,
Finished that ****** joint you rolled.
We laughed a bit and then you bit me.
I pulled you close but then you ran.
Kicked me in the shin,
Flicked me off as you turned the corner.
Love hurts they said.
Literally…
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