poor me... yea, pour me another homie

[noranips]

bottles and pints
shots and cans
couchs and floors
and drunk best friends
models and whores
and tattoed hands
cities and secrets
and cats and vans
good times
laughter
and bad decisions
stripers and actors
and average musicians
mornings after
and walks of shame
but these bartenders know me by my real name

feels like love doesn't matter whatcha call it