10-10-2015, 05:03 AM
Edit 1 (Thanks to all)
Behave yourself tonight,
and please don’t embarrass us,
she warned.
But five drinks in
I'm tumbling backwards
setting the clock for 17
again.
A non-smoker cadging cigs,
swallowing shot glasses
then another pint,
swapping party anthems
for Springsteen and Motorhead,
I air guitar my way to the
wrong side of another day.
Her gun metal frown
was one step in front
ready to take the head-shot.
My reflection in the bathroom
leaned towards me
and smiled.
I bumped down stairs
two steps at a time.
Hello love, having a gud time?
Get in the car we're going home.
Two miles in
I'm 52 again
snoring in the passenger seat.
with a cold frost
approaching from the east.
Orginal
Behave yourself tonight,
and please don’t embarrass us.
she warned.
Piss off
I thought
I won’t dear
I said.
But five drinks in
I think I’m 17 again.
A non-smoker cadging fags,
swallowing shot glasses
then another pint,
swapping party anthems
for Springsteen and Motorhead,
I air guitar my way to the
wrong side of another day.
Her gun metal frown
was one step in front
ready to take the head-shot.
My reflection in the bathroom
leaned towards me
and smiled
hollow-eyed
and cheek-boned.
Get in the car we're going home.
Two miles in
I'm 52 again
snoring in the passenger seat.
Behave yourself tonight,
and please don’t embarrass us,
she warned.
But five drinks in
I'm tumbling backwards
setting the clock for 17
again.
A non-smoker cadging cigs,
swallowing shot glasses
then another pint,
swapping party anthems
for Springsteen and Motorhead,
I air guitar my way to the
wrong side of another day.
Her gun metal frown
was one step in front
ready to take the head-shot.
My reflection in the bathroom
leaned towards me
and smiled.
I bumped down stairs
two steps at a time.
Hello love, having a gud time?
Get in the car we're going home.
Two miles in
I'm 52 again
snoring in the passenger seat.
with a cold frost
approaching from the east.
Orginal
Behave yourself tonight,
and please don’t embarrass us.
she warned.
Piss off
I thought
I won’t dear
I said.
But five drinks in
I think I’m 17 again.
A non-smoker cadging fags,
swallowing shot glasses
then another pint,
swapping party anthems
for Springsteen and Motorhead,
I air guitar my way to the
wrong side of another day.
Her gun metal frown
was one step in front
ready to take the head-shot.
My reflection in the bathroom
leaned towards me
and smiled
hollow-eyed
and cheek-boned.
Get in the car we're going home.
Two miles in
I'm 52 again
snoring in the passenger seat.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out

