the wutars

“Believe and you will be believed”
So then I’m such a pretty boy
I tend to lean upon
Right going wrong
 
If I was more articulate I’d tell you
How it was a joy
To be seized upon
And taken on
 
A ride of sorts, possibly planned
You took me out and held my hand
My trust and faith in innocent good times
What happened then? Well, I should’ve known
You’re overruled and overthrown
The night goes on when you have to step outside
 
Fleeting meetings, party pals
Aren’t they promise they will be
When you feed upon words nourished on
Smoky Joes and alkyhol
The Devil’s dictionary
And it’s looked upon
When the nights are too long
 
The break of dawn, our drunken plan
You took me out, I held your hand
Your lust and all my thoughts of a good time
What happened then? Well, I really don’t know
When good intentions overflow
The night goes on and we’d better mosey back inside