What's to think when every things a blur
When you're looking through drunk eyes
Not even what's in front of you can you be sure of
Maybe it's 37 separate pictures all mashed into one
What you see shouldn't be done
Walking around like a blind man with no dog
Running into walls
Missing signs of all kinds
And little details that might had done some good
What's to think when every things a blur
When you’re looking through drunk eyes
All you see is colored smudges combined into one
Take some time to let it clear
So all the hidden details can appear
What’s to think when every things a blur
When you’re looking through drunk eyes
Amber R. Roan
8:47pm
I remember the first time I was drunk. my brothers said i danced in the fire
ReplyDeleteHaha I can see you doing that. I never get drunk. It takes to much for me.
ReplyDeleteWell me to but I like the taste of hops
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