it strikes me now, when I'm purely wasted. Shit. She's here. After all the years of this and that, fucking in the car port. You know, the usual.
I let her go with the "Grammy Arms" person in a car-to-go. WTF
Where did I go wrong.
It's Memorial Day.
I'm drunk.
I wish I was high
The TV said " life's a journey"
I laughed hard, cause wtf is happening.
Is it here for us to tempt each other with other options that are not right.
Is it best left not to speak of, for truly, I love you.
Maybe, I don't and this is all for the best.
Who fucking knows how the wind blows.
Call me darling
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