the drunkest man in the world
misunderstands what he's overheard
morose one minute, more toasts the next
he's amazing, he's a mess
nevertheless
always well dressed
the drunkest man in the world
the ones he loves are the ones he hurts
he writes his wife every other day
he's got a way with words but he's a world away
there's a lot to say
he forgot today
he's my father's favourite poet
but you'd never know it
the drunkest man in the world
beer on his pants, blood on his shirt
sunken eyes and sallow skinned
the life of the party is the death of him
-the lucksmiths
On Thursday I am going on my second actual date ever in my life.
The thing is, I was so drunk when I gave this guy my number that I have no idea whether this is something I should be dreading or looking forward to.
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