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I'm drunk on a school night,

With cigars,

And these are the nights we remember,

As the journey into the sun becomes tiresome,

And the world wants you dead.


Stomaching one too many slices of pizza and throwing up,

Is what I loved most about being young,

And that time I touched your face when you cried

When I found my emotions,

And I kissed you,


That was good too.