Happy Birthday


It’s my birthday and I’m two bottles in
I’m so far gone with no intentions of being friends
Thinking about my days in the two ten
Back when I believed in God and didn’t live in sin
In class debating the meaning of reality and art
Writing shit solely from the heart
Up late drinking and watching Kevin Hart
Asking God about my time and when it’ll start
Trying to convince myself to listen to country
I’ve been daydreaming about my ex girls lately
The perfect girls to pursue based on perception
Emotions influenced by money and deception
Bitches that’ll talk about how you’re good friends
Just to tell all your secrets and sins
So I just keep to myself and make amends
Faking apologies to tie up loose ends
Then I pour another glass and pick up the pen
A bottle later you’re getting calls about a poem you’re in


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