louiesails

These bones are filled with beer and the veins flow with vino and the number of drinks down are multiplied by the times I've thought of you. You're not even a memory anymore just annoy tick in the back of my mind. I was told that the right one would stop by but that hasn't happened so I'll stick to my side street bars and the warm feeling I get comes from a shot or two, I don't need your hugs I got smoke to feel these lungs.