whisper in her ear, the three words she'd love to hear "i hate you"
raise your glasses.
it's a toast to the desperate and dateless.
the fucked and forgotten.
the loved and lost.
while i for one, fill my glass to the very top, to the point of overflowing because it matches my eyes and i feel like every single person in that very room.
talk about the pressure of filling someone elses shoes.
how about the near six billion people in world, almost all of which belong in one of those categorys.
but if, just if, you so happen to be one of the lucky ones, how much you wanna bet he's feeling the same?
nothing set in stone sugar, but keep your chin up, because what we're really raising our glasses for, is you.
it's a toast to the desperate and dateless.
the fucked and forgotten.
the loved and lost.
while i for one, fill my glass to the very top, to the point of overflowing because it matches my eyes and i feel like every single person in that very room.
talk about the pressure of filling someone elses shoes.
how about the near six billion people in world, almost all of which belong in one of those categorys.
but if, just if, you so happen to be one of the lucky ones, how much you wanna bet he's feeling the same?
nothing set in stone sugar, but keep your chin up, because what we're really raising our glasses for, is you.