I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal labotomy
middle of the night musing
sitting and arguing
all night long
you pour your heart out
and all I can think about
is sleep (I'm sobering up)
I could actually sleep
right through all of this...
It was over a hell of a long time
before the arguments started
we had so very little time together
and now I can't remember any of it
entire years are gone
when I try put into a certain context
that I can think of you in
all I come up with are these
one of us taking the offense
and one taking the defence
just because that's the way the
game is supposed to be played right?
and now I sit here
at 2:38 a.m.
and I think of it
no one tells me to take out the trash
or wipe my feet before I step on the rug
no one tells me that I drink too much
or that my hair needs cut
so I guess I'm doing fine...
I'm so full of shit
that I can't even bullshit
- Jeremy Smyers
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