The Drinking Eye
I can forget what happens and make up bad excuses. It doesn't need a weapon or much motivation, Just a bit beer spilt on my Playstaion. It makes me sure I've seen him try it on a few times before As I shake my head and sigh, standing halfway through the door. You might have shared a school, a street, you might've known him for years. It makes no odds to me, I just want to see the tears.
Autor(es): Arab Strap