Nov 21, 2011 01:36
why did i open a sixth beer? i was perfectly fine with five beers. i remember putting down the fifth dead soldier next to it's four fallen comrades thinking, i feel nice and buzzed. i bet that if i just drank five beers tonight i wouldn't even have much but a slight headache in the morning.
because i heard the rain, that is why. i heard the clatter of it. even now i can barely make out the faintest splish.
POUR DOWN
WASH MY BRAIN
i straight up danced for you. now ya got me drinking more beers than i would have. feeling all visceral n' shit. fuck you, i'm old.
i've careless drifted cross your puddles
disregarding common sense
no storm could ever drown
my love of being driven hence
drink-drink drinky-drink drink 'em drink.
please just don't drink seven beers dude. because...fuck. your heart is not cool this year. and i know you're like, feeling better n' shit, but-...fuck i gotta leak.
fuck you, you read this.
bitch.