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dougs.livejournal.com2004-08-28 10:36 am
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Another friday 5mf
Sometimes I'll miss him, his curls, and his smile, and his hand on the back of my head.
Sometimes I'll kiss you, and know all the while that I'm kissing the new one instead.
Sometimes you'll thrill me and help me to deal, when I may never see him again.
Sometimes you'll kill me by making me feel that another man isn't the same.
Sometimes there's dreams that the nightmare will pass, that I'm back at my home on the bay.
Sometimes it seems that, with just one more glass, I can make all the pain go away.
Sometimes I'll go very close to the brink, and I'll fight like an unbroken colt.
Sometimes you'll know just to pour me a drink, and to tell me it isn't my fault.
Sometimes I'll miss him, his curls, and his smile, and his hand on the back of my head.
Sometimes I'll kiss you, and know all the while that I'm kissing the new one instead.
Sometimes you'll thrill me and help me to deal, when I may never see him again.
Sometimes you'll kill me by making me feel that another man isn't the same.
Sometimes there's dreams that the nightmare will pass, that I'm back at my home on the bay.
Sometimes it seems that, with just one more glass, I can make all the pain go away.
Sometimes I'll go very close to the brink, and I'll fight like an unbroken colt.
Sometimes you'll know just to pour me a drink, and to tell me it isn't my fault.