Give me second, I, I need to get my story straight. My friend is in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State. My lover, she's waiting for me just across the bar and my seats been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar.
I know I gave it to you months ago. I know you're trying to forget but between yhe drink and the subtle things, the holes in my apologies. You know, I'm trying hard to take it back.
So if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down. I'll carry you home...
TONIGHT
Diary of a Wimpy Adult
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