Of all the fun Ive ever had Almost all I've never told you From vaping in the car To drinking in my friends basement bar Almost all I've never told you Nearly crashing a car Kissing strangers just for fun Smelling like **** a ton Sneaking out to a friend's wedding To seeing the cops pull up and dreading You hearing about all the fun I've had that I've never told you But you never knew, never found out about The times I don't want to forget You don't know about them yet And my only regret out of all of it Is that I can't tell you one bit
A young woman stands on the sidewalk in front of a vape shop. Her long red hair is the dream of desperate men that flutters in the cool spring breeze. She fiddles with her smartphone, her thumb quickly scrolls screens in an attempt to fight boredom. She's waiting, waiting, waiting for her next adventure, but those skin tight yoga pants and her filthy sneakers tell me she has a long wait.
Inhale Exhale The smoke fades the pst Short hit Long hit Your lungs burn, your mind goes numb Inhale Exhale The smoke fills the car Short hit Long hit ***** the past, that pain won't last Smoke it up and burn the past Bad habits have made me Bad habits will break me I will eventually learn But for now I smoke to feel the burn
In a building recess between a whiskey bar and a vape shop an old man sat on a rolled blanket. He held a simple sign on a torn sheet of cardboard that read "HONGRY." The old man's face contained hundreds of deep crevices, a lifetime of memories permanently imprinted, much like the etchings found on old vinyl records..
A young man in a while golf shirt Stumbled out of the whiskey bar. He stopped in front of the old *** to regain his balance. "Get a job," he said in slurred contempt. "Do something with your life."
The old man stared through the drunkard, In total silence, the old man's worn face filled the sidewalk with the music of his wisdom, his pain, his experiences. The drunkard stumbled along, deaf to that solemn gift of truth.