I always feel a little bit ‘artistic’ when I’m drunk (but not super drunk). Here’s some silly thing I furiously wrote…….Oh, drama, drama, drama.
One Mistake Led to an Endless Mistake.
It was just a mistake.
He said ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to spread your legs’.
Well, haha, I wanted to laugh my jaw break.
‘Cause all he said, couldn’t compare to what I’ve already hated.
Damn it! I admitted I quite had some fun.
But when it was over, I wondered what I had done.
“Yeah, Yeah, baby, it’s all good, it’s over hun.”
I looked inside my bag, grabbed a gun and smiled when that bastard ran.
So I’m now alone in the dark.
Seeing myself in a mirror, the devil appears behind me and asks;
“How are you doing, son?”
I reply in a sudden, “Look at me, Do I look like I’m having fun?”
“I know you don’t, my son”, he roars.
“That’s why I’m giving you more”
It’s a bit like Fiona Apple meets early Alanis Morissette.
Well, except it’s much, much sillier.