Give me whiskey, a campfire and a few good friends to share it with.
I love this dope shiettt
Fill up my cup friend, for I am lonely and have nowhere to be right now anyway. So let’s drain the bottle and lose sight of each other in a haze of cigarette smoke and shared melancholy. We’re drowning in empty metaphors, after all words only mean so much. Morning’s hush sweeps in with the sun’s first rays. We scold ourselves for having been so reckless, spilling secrets to one another carelessly with the help of whiskey’s warm embrace. Will your arms be there when the intoxication fades to lift a broken man? For with the dawn I am fading and pray for an unlikely salvation, hoping helplessly to not be just another story you share to the next handsome lost soul you share a bottle with.
Feed me Seymour!