First my hair stands up on end and then
I am cradling this wine in my arms like
his head and I am crying all over
Mr. Peanut and then I am hovering over
my toilet while I drunkenly ask if I can have
a hamburger and if he would please just tell
him for me that I never meant it
Oh baby I never meant it
I usually don't cry this much when
I'm drunk
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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