poem

Feb 07, 2010 20:49

oh man i fucking hate running into your ex when you're pissed

and then you're all like

shit your best mate is looking at me like a loon

you must have told him about that time i stood outside your window and called to all of West Princes Street

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE MY BOYFRIEND BUT I WOULD REALLY LIKE YOU TO BE AND JUST BY THE BY I'M TOO DRUNK TO GET HOME RIGHT NOW SO YOU HAD BEST LET ME IN

man i wish i had a little more decorum

and that i hadn't apologised for being so crazy way back then

on this friday night

because it doesn't change the fact that you best mate thinks i'm a loon
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