Monday, April 12, 2010

Remember the past, but don't look back


You told me you hoped I would have a good night

and that you loved me in a letter.

I was out gambling

and shooting men in the back.

I threw all my empty bottles

on the ground when I got upset.

I broke my fist on a brick wall.

You told me you loved me in a letter.

I am such a fucking asshole