One for the road .

Any man can fuck you Friday night out of your mind drunk . Vodka and wine running through your veins to make you invincible and to save you at the same time You wake up feeling less relaxed next to who you don’t know and scuffle to find your shoes and your mind is playing a tune it’s on repeat those Saturday morning blues . Deep down you know this isn’t what you want to live and die at the same time .You’re an oxymoron who just wants to feel normal who ends up mending fences and singularly breaking them down . You swear on all the saints you don’t know just to give you the strength at the end of the day to say no to the to many ones for the road .