My dear
We can wake up to our tired eyes
To begin our day off right
We can giggle at our slurred voices
That still live within our throats
After drinking ourselves sick
the night before
We can dance like idiots
My dear
I'll be sniffling from the chilling atmosphere
Your laughter will be my medicine
My dear
I can see you all of my days
My dear
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
My dear
We can wake up to our tired eyes
To begin our day off right
We can giggle at our slurred voices
That still live within our throats
After drinking ourselves sick
the night before
We can dance like idiots
My dear
I'll be sniffling from the chilling atmosphere
Your laughter will be my medicine
My dear
I can see you all of my days
My dear
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