Sunday

.:my friend:.

You are that last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week.
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the but that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age.
Like a car wash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
like a film that's so bad but
I've just got to stay 'til the end
Wipe your feet on my dreams.
I've done this before
And will do it again

Let me tell you - im so lucky that we were friends.

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