It's tough to love
When your breath still smells like booze
From last night,
The night before,
And the night
before(.) I can love,
I want you to brush your teeth
Quit swearing
Find some truth
And be loveable.
Smell my breath
Hear my lies
and know that I
Am unloveable
And still you love me
With my breath like booze
And still it moves
And still love moves...
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Interesting . . .
I'm not sure I get it...
Is it one of yours?
yeah. i'm refining it.
sweet! we talked about this last night!
Dear Ryan. No offense, but I don't care that you don't get it. Actually, I care a lot, but I am not a good enough poet to refine it. As well, I wanted to take this opportunity to show some disdain for the opinion of my peers. Disdain is, after all, what makes rock and roll work.
You do know that I love you, right? Even though I don't rewrite my songs for you?
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