Limonada

Do you remember the night 

I chugged a bottle of booze

And played guitar on the couch by myself 

In that pitch black room

That night I vomited everywhere

The furniture, carpet, my guitar, my hair

And you helped my sorry ass to my bed

Tucked my drunk self in

And kissed my drunk ass head

For the first time that night 

In far too many years

I felt like somebody cared. 

And now I sit here in tears

Because you always have

And through this all I have learned

That the love that you give me 

Is far more than I've earned.

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