drunk textin

On my second bottle and I feel brave enough to say somethings

Chalse has to hold my phone cause you run my brain 

Writing you letters I never send, words that die with this weekend 

Beautiful little girl running a dead man world 

I see you living life as you should, being something I could never hold

Listening to future trying to find our future

Mixing this alcohol with feelings wishing for gone seasons

Suddenly realizing how gone I am

Silently empty staggering to a horny build

Always a block away from a booty call

But texting you is all I know 

Gazing hard finding word that don't show my insecure

Putting this heart to work letting the hurt take charge

Juja night lights show you where life lies

Finding comfort in the forty minutes balcony time

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