Somehow I thought I could find the answer in that carton of ice cream, or that bottle of whisky, or by re-reading the letters that you sent me. I thought that it was simple like my nightlife, dinner and a movie, that's all I'm use to, the life that you showed me. Tonight I'm faded. Whisk me away on your spaceship. You're my designated driver because I'm intoxicated. The skies are falling but I'm too out of it to notice. Tell me I'm significant, read me a line. Give a watch, so maybe I can get some time. Tell me that I'm one in a million. Until now I was too cynical to get caught up in feelings. I went from cloud nine to a dusted rusted flying carpet that even Saboo wouldn't approve of. Contradiction= the true meaning of love. Whatever this is...I've had enough. So pour me a glass of that good stuff. It's been a long day and I've had it rough. Phone on silent.
A carton of ice cream. A bottle of whisky. I'll sip slowly. Give a good ol' boy a chance to miss me.
Don't underestimate the power of a little whisky whisky!
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