a mile past the last street light
an empty night full of passing trucks
i don't remember walking this far
but i don't remember where the black eye
or the bottle of whiskey came from either
he must have hit like a *****
whoever he was
because the bottles empty and i still don't feel a thing
just the way i like it
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
a mile past the last street light
an empty night full of passing trucks
i don't remember walking this far
but i don't remember where the black eye
or the bottle of whiskey came from either
he must have hit like a *****
whoever he was
because the bottles empty and i still don't feel a thing
just the way i like it
