11-04-2013, 10:43 AM
The Thrill
When late nights turn into early mornings
Watching the sunrise with friends
I can’t think of anything more picture perfect
Drinking the poison until you’re practically preaching
Your philosophy to nobody and everybody
Drinking so much PBR
That the piss water taste doesn’t bother you anymore
I love the thrill
Of puking your guts out
Onto a piece of paper
Pen in hand, like a pistol
Trying to pump out a poem
Like your life depends on it
And when your head finally hits the pillow
It is practically dawn
When late nights turn into early mornings
Watching the sunrise with friends
I can’t think of anything more picture perfect
Drinking the poison until you’re practically preaching
Your philosophy to nobody and everybody
Drinking so much PBR
That the piss water taste doesn’t bother you anymore
I love the thrill
Of puking your guts out
Onto a piece of paper
Pen in hand, like a pistol
Trying to pump out a poem
Like your life depends on it
And when your head finally hits the pillow
It is practically dawn