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Started on the couch, underneath lying big and sky view,
a pinky promise made, "the one I want walking me home is you,"
of course I gave in, I have nothing against walking,
singing "The Sky is Over," we did more than enough talking,
you disappeared upstairs with a friend, noticed but gave no care,
then your feet appeared walking downstairs, and you had news to share,
words never had to be said, your face gave it all away,
but yet again I have no feelings for you, you had nothing that you needed to say,
sat next to me, wrapped your arm around mine,
I figured you needed somewhere safe, so to me it was fine,
then we all went for a walk, we always end up on a corner,
then New Years repeated itself, oh the horror,
you looked me in the eyes, and inched your face closer to mine,
gin, rum and soda will change you, I was not of sober mind,
then we walked a little farther, Sam and I had a silly talk,
you said you had to go home, with me you wanted to walk,
we barely made it up the block, and already we were kissing,
a few poor choices were made, my sanity was clearly missing,
eventually we made it up the hill, not without stopping a few times,
you kept tugging on my lower lip, alcohol and magazines positively combine,
presently located next to the dog park, quickly moving our hands,
freak show bring it somewhere else, was cheered by some fans,
we were suckers for their demand, finally I began walking you home,
elevator took decades in the basement, and we were hardly alone,
finally the doors slid open, 4 is the floor for you,
yet you slyly moved north, and decided to press 22,
my mind was running wildly, what else could I do?
couldn't even keep track of time, had too much, that is true,
staircase to remember, just a night of memories to dismember,
created a club of two who knew not to, we are each lifetime members,
too much private events, 70% respectful and 30% out of body,
I knew not where I was, the present then was choppy,
I was hard and hearty, drunk hookups are your hobby,
next day you are always sick and groggy, I'm refusing to join Bonny,
as Clyde I abide by a rule, never ever take advantage,
I know what were the limits, not like I can't manage,
yet that is what you think, thank God I placed defensive walls,
you used words to send a kick aiming for my heart hoping it falls,
I kissed you on the cheek, just to see you smile,
nothing weird about my "logic," no need to put me on trial,
now twice we have been intoxicated, and regretfully connected,
just to realize your mistake, from me you were long rejected,
I wish I knew that would happen, I would've let Sam play your game,
the mistake becomes all my fault, I received all the blame,
well I do not have much to say to you, without a start it's easy to be done,
quit feeling bad for yourself, and learn to have some fun.