i went to a wedding this weekend and a barstool poem broke out
As far as I can tell, it went something like this:
fuck it, i’m done
Your eyes are roaming and i’m in
Sonoma. I want to go home-a.
I feel so alone-a.
I’ve been nothing but loving
and I’m tired of wondering.
You have eyes that are unfaithful
as if you’re waiting for the date [who]
will rock your world.
Which is what I’ve been trying
to do — but you think you’re too good.
P.S. They left the reception early. She may or may not have been happy about it.
May 5, 2014 at 7:19 pm