After the bars are the after parties
After the parties maybe you’ll call me
or maybe you’ll wait until the next morning
no down nights, the down nights are too boring
a weekend sober is a weekend wasted
thinkin about the alcohol you’re not tasting
begging you to stay home, it makes you laugh
you’d rather get friendly with that bartending staff
tipping and dripping
mind slipping, words skipping
only then will you hit me up
that late night text “will you pick me up”
tonight i’ll leave the ringer on
waiting for your call
”baby i just paid my tab”
well honey, catch a cab.
- Author: Brittany Jo ( Offline)
- Published: February 16th, 2019 03:39
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Dont forget the romance of such times, beautifully captured here. They will be lost to you all too soon as time presses its changes upon you.
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