Turns out smoking does get you on faster
Drinking game got stronger
Your hand in my hair making it harder
Baby Im keen for you now
Baby put down that drink follow me home
I know this aint shit
I know we playing a game
Its just chess babe youre my king
I die to let you win
Can you see
You killed me and got on top
No drink no smoke can blurr that out
See what you did to me now
Baby I fell back hard
Got lost in that high
Woke up feeling dazed
Still amazed I made it home
Its all a haze
I should of let it go
But baby Im keen for you now
Just give me one more drink and another cigarette
Ill join you on the dance floor
My last sip and Ill put it out
Baby Im ready to dance for you now
Just hold me up
Im a bit unsteady
But baby its all for you
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
