|10-03-2013, 12:32 AM||#1|
Worlds Biggest Douche
Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: Land of the Douche
Autumn, Tis the Season for Dying
There's nothing that'll ruin your drink quite like a sad song.
Who do those singers think they are anyway?
How dare they take me back to a place some time ago,
When I still had faith
Can't they see I'm drinking here?
I saw my teenage self in the mirror today,
he was cackling away
about some pussy he didn't know what to do with the night before.
I'd like to teach him a thing or two,
but I bet he'd say the same about me.
Him all young and naive,
I'll bet he can't even drink his whiskey straight yet,
And me, all wise and middle-aged-way-too-fucking-early,
He thinks I didn't turn out to be too much,
well if that's what he thinks he can go fuck himself,
or better yet,
why doesn't he just call it a day and hang himself in this damn bathroom,
I'd help him,
but I've got bills to pay.
Last edited by bluesybilly : 10-03-2013 at 02:50 AM.