Thursdays

Thursdays

 

Bring the drugs

I’ll get the beer

Come over

I’ll be here 

 

I want to feel up my solitude with you 

 

We can go out

We can eat something

Talk about people 

Who don’t mean anything

 

I want to feel up my solitude with you 

 

There’s nothing tricky about it 

You don’t have to move around 

Be in the know or even 

Have something to think about 

 

I want to feel up my solitude with you 

 

there’s nothing sexy about it

there’s nothing sexy about it

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