Bleach and cork
Bleach and Cork
Darts, endless darts
a passion I never desired
guitar and words don’t heal the soul
no such luck for darts
I saw a blonde haired woman in a van today
I needed cigarettes and human contact
Thanks to her for making my drive
I suspect she will stay in my mind all day
What if she had car trouble and broken dreams?
More importantly: who his she?
Could she be mine?
would she be mine?
I’m positive she didn’t notice me
would have made my dart games a bit more positive
Less anxiety, wits about me
I almost don’t want to hit the bullseye
at least I can jerk off to the blonde
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