Roadside



easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
September 9, 2016


Tell Monica what she's supposed to do,
With all these left over feelings of hate;
'Cause they don't know

And tell Monica how she's supposed to feel,
When all these trolls become real;
'Cause they don't know

And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find Smirnoff Ice ,
And I don't know how we separate the beer here from the wine;
And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to drink.

So leave me at the pub,
And hang me up and down to taste;
So leave me at the pub,
And hang me up and down to taste.

And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find Smirnoff Ice ;
And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to drink.

So leave me at the pub,
And hang me up and down to taste;
So leave me at the pub,
And hang me up and down to taste.

'Cause I don't think you see the places inside me that I find Smirnoff Ice ,
And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do,
Exactly what to do.

--- easypoem ---





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