the moon saw me home last night at 5 am
so close, i could almost see her surface bend
and she's a lot like me, a sliver of light everyone can see
shadow hinting at memory she cannot mend
one night stand, she sets and rises again
one night stand, drowning in the hourglass sand
turn it over, turn it over, turn it over
i want to start over
i walked several blocks out of my way
to stand under the flickering streetlamps
and he's got a lot of nerve, but maybe no more than i deserve
and i am happy walking home at 5am
one night stand, she sets and rises again
one night stand, drowning in the hourglass sand
turn it over, turn it over, turn it over, turn it over, turn it over, turn it over, turn it over
i want to start over
2.09.2005
one night stand
Posted by jessi at Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Labels: One Night Stand
bar philosophy
let's just say what we mean
i'm sick of being polite
you're kinda young, you're sorta dumb
yeah, you're exactly my type
let's cut to the chase
you're only good for one thing
you're a fool, you're a tool
but i wouldn't mind a fling
if you can handle this
unspeakable bliss
now i've had my say
don't go wasting my time
cuz you're the drunk i plan to bunk with
so take me home-
before i change my mind
Posted by jessi at Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Labels: Bar Philosophy
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