So you've be thinkin' about it
You think that you've got the answer now
And you've been praying about it
You've asked him to remove your fear
I didn't go with the middle-aged man to the muscial. Just wanted to tell you lovely people that.
I was dressed up and everything but simply couldn't bare myself to get out of the apartment and into his car. He called seven times while I stood in the window watching his car waiting for me. I didn't answer.
Instead I called Amanda and shared four bottles of red wine with her during silence. She understands what I'm saying even when I don't speak.
And now... She has left and I'm bloody drunk and lonely and I have no one to call. Would any of you worm my bed tonight?
I'm assuming the answer is NO. So I'll take a pill or two and talk to you later, maybe in 24 hour or so. (These Tramadolpills are more effective when you are intoxicated as a motherfucker)