It’s the little things that we do

Well i woke this morning with a tear drop in my eye because last night it fell like the best night of my life. Now there’s something that is wrong rotting my insides and i don’t understand why my brain wants to die.

I had men, wine, party time and everything that mattered and when i woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters. I had bits of my lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast and my lips are blue, my toes are numb and i think i’ve got the shivers.

It’s the little things that we do when you go out in the night and it’s pay day today just for having a good time as your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive.

Why do i feel like death for having a good time?

So i get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich but the ham and chesse, margarine they speak an evil language. It says “don’t eat me, I dont deserve to be there in your stomach”
And I break on down and cry why do good times turn to bummers.

It’s the little things that we do when you go out in the night.

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3 comentários em “It’s the little things that we do

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    mas eu gosto mais do Edu. *-*

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