i bet you're so glad
you can keep me
now
and forever,
i wish buttershop tar
had never fallen between
the bottles of tequila on the top shelf.
(my mama's only plan
was to get me rich
so i could buy her things
she can't afford)
we knows, she knows, we know,
and i'm tired of camping out here,
and i am tired of being your friend.
1 comment:
i hope this is not about me
yes yes, come visit toronto again
we can go on an adventure
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