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
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