house party
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In a desert of napkins
A single fool lays , head pressed in shag
Ceiling spins, muted voices slur
Three in the morning
I’m a pagan for the good times.
My roommates hosted a house party
My friends were there
Strangers were there
There was alcohol
Then there was you
I didn’t know you
You called me your girlfriend after one conversation
I'm the one who always lie
the one who always try
to go and get the girl
but I'm never that guy
I'm always tongue tied
half high one time
when we were chilling
at that party it felt like last night
