

CocktailsYou should lay off the cocktails, Molotov never was your flavour... And now your words are burning in my head... But I've always had a thing for fire...Cocktails
It seems I'm stuck in a catch 22. The same as the gauge that blew a hole in my chest... You had your finger on the trigger and the barrel at my atrium... My ventricle never had a chance in hell...
Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades. So stop throwing these pinless attacks; I'll only keep throwing them back... Right at your feet for the best effects...
So I guess we were close but no cig
this took like 21348023742384 years to write, and it's like 7 lines.
haha
frig.
thanks again!!! wooohooooo!
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Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way
When I think of things that make you feel that way...
and i always have a good time
i totaly didnt realize i wasnt watching you.
weird...
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