I need to taste some liquor to make sure i'm sicker,
cause lately i feel worn out like an old sticker,
counting on me this long in big situations, NFL kicker,
must be the reason i'm left cold and bitter,
writing lyrics like a parakeet on twitter,
stopped indulging in food just to be fitter,
love is the only time i've called myself a quitter,
from all this running i have gave myself a blister,
all the time replaying us chasing tongue twisters,
hating myself for curiously checking out sisters,
now when you address me start it off with mister,
know that i have no home, my heart is a drifter,
shit all this time i'm spinning getting sicker,
falling off the face of the board like a sticker,
i'm the Charlie Brown that fell in love when kicking,
even though i'm missing in my mind she's sticking.
Great write, great title!
This is an awesome write! Thanks for a darn good read!
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