I wrote this to go with a fingerpicking thing i wrote.

Paper Cups

We’ll go home in the summer and we’ll drink out of paper cups,
And we’ll leave in the winter when the weather gets too rough.
In the springtime flowers bloom and all the women swoon as we,
walk around,

But when the booze is wearing thin we’ll start to grow apart,
we’ve learned we know everything and there’s nothing left to say.

I believe that
You only like me when your blood is point two three.
Short but excellent, it reminds me of my ex, we were always drunk and we did some stuff she wasnt ready for and she got all awkward when she sobered up :P Is it good or bad that your song makes me think of this..? oh god.. o.o