Sunday, January 16, 2011

cliche

When you grab a hold of me, tell me that I'll never be set free.
I'm a parasite, creep and crawl I step into the light
Two pints of booze, tell me are you a badfish too?

Just rolling around laughing, making fun of each other
Making one another smile, that's my favorite.
Missing spending every night curled up on the couch together.
Best at doing nothing together.

Cheering you up and hearing you laugh,
Walking around and pushing each other into snow banks,
Listening to music for hours on end,
Finally falling asleep beside you, exhausted.

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