I was born drunk
Beer is for breakfast
Thoughts are hazy
and my face is red
I was hungover
and you were coming over
You looked dashing in your hat
and silly pinstriped slacks
I stumbled over clumsy legs
and hit my head off the stove
I was hungover
and you were just a dream
The Mechanics of A Machine
- the human robot
- A Metallic Heart, Covered In Oozy Flesh
- I'm a strange bean with a troubled mind.
2 comments:
oh wow. This sounds deep. I liked it.
bahaha thank you, pretty sure I was drunk when I wrote it. :P
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