"i'll see you next thursday" i giggled at the irony. you always remind me of how i could of been if i didn't fuck up if i didn't drink, smoke or swallow. but nights like tonight you remind me of how i used to be: happy; drunk; again, happy. you'd asked if i'd take the blame for causing a ruckus as we got home; a drink behind, i laughed, i said "no". EDIT: just some liner notes: i wrote this last night in about 5 minutes whilst steaming drunk.