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We were sitting in a bar afraid to be sober afraid to go home afraid to be seen as being alone Mr and Mrs Wasted we had a title we were proud we belonged to the same bottle of decadence We travelled the same road of perpetual oblivion We smiled that same ghastly smile of the constantly hidden eyes leering with the glaze of the perfectly pickled Every night we played the same songs on the jukebox afraid to change the routine for fear that doing so would signify progress We talked the same conversation to the same people in the same bar in the same time zone we belonged to Elegantly disguised as a happy couple by the lost minds that surrounded us Once we determined that we were sufficiently bottled enough to be presentable to the world we would go home and make love We would each pretend the other was someone we liked
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Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 9:59 AM UTC
Mr And Mrs Wasted
We were sitting in a bar afraid to be sober afraid to go home afraid to be seen as being alone Mr and Mrs Wasted we had a title we were proud we belonged to the same bottle of decadence We travelled the same road of perpetual oblivion We smiled that same ghastly smile of the constantly hidden eyes leering with the glaze of the perfectly pickled Every night we played the same songs on the jukebox afraid to change the routine for fear that doing so would signify progress We talked the same conversation to the same people in the same bar in the same time zone we belonged to Elegantly disguised as a happy couple by the lost minds that surrounded us Once we determined that we were sufficiently bottled enough to be presentable to the world we would go home and make love We would each pretend the other was someone we liked
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Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 9:59 AM UTC
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