Back in the day huh, you remember what used to go on? What's the difference between now and then? Now, right here, we can change, but what happened is a solid as a diamond, as beautiful as a blood red rose, as dangerous as that girl Johnno picked up at the club. Yeah, you know the girl I'm talking about, the one with the long blonde hair and those fucking legs that never seemed to end. I wonder if he could sue the doorman for what happened?
At times I guess it just seems to be an endless procession, they come and they go and every now and then there's one you really, really like but she never stays for long. So its a sad drink that night, avoiding eye contact, or if possible, avoiding all contact, but then it never stays that way for long. Another one comes and conversation fires up and your only in trouble if you think back to the one before and the smile and those eyes and... fuck it, pour another drink. And another. And another. We'd probably be better off playing mushroom, but this is no longer your playground, its been taken over by some kind of accented, english speaking parasite and all I ever get is funny looks and scowls when I flutter off a bit of quiet linguistics. Give it another few weeks, another few bottles of hard liquor, of throwing up and sleeping miles and miles from your nice warm bed. Time dims all but the most vivid of memories, alcohol dims everything.
*YOU GOT A FRIEND IN ME ;)*
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