99% proof...
(Shannon, thanks for the crazy nights you Irish furry (bass tard) lol
99% proof...
(For my Irish friend Shannon, who taught me a drink is more than an excuse)
(It has infinite possibility depending on its use)
Broken stilts leave me halfway standing The bottle broken, I mostly hold branding
Bartender betraying my trust till next week
I have but a black eye, & scrapes on my cheek
The band was hell, couldn't carry a tune to save their life
I tried to dance anyhow, with at least one wife
The biggest mistake was the kiss at the end of the song
Forgive me, but it was easy to see what I was up to, he shoulda known all along
I won't spread blame, such a time requires no shame.
Tomorrow, when I wake & come back clear of heart
They'll laugh & tell my story, filling in each blurry part
I can't resist a chance to raise a fist...
Against me, or friends I just met
I'll still show, regardless if I know, no time is ever the time for regret
Belittle the beggar who has a glass full
Give him sense, not cents, & give it all to the skull
Hard headed, trash bedded, still funny any time theirs a happy hour
Swallow the lemon slices each time expecting nothing sour
Live for the moment, if u have time to spare
Life doesn't demand anything, just forget moments that you didn't care.
---Thanks for reading---
---Always----