Don’t invite me, and
don’t wait for me, chances are
we’ll both be alone.
OR
we’ll end up alone.
Don’t invite me, and
don’t wait for me, chances are
we’ll both be alone.
When she has her own
Oasis and it’s not you,
My curfew used to be
at 10.
Now I can’t even
make it ’til then.
There are folks you want
to share things with. Their snarky
remarks prevent you.
I have a love who
snores, but she adores me. How’d
I get so lucky?
When you become much
too worried about things, you
can’t see or enjoy.
When I hear her ask
“You play me?”, I know I’m a
Granpawpaw success!
Now I know how a
leper feels is not a great
country western song.