Shape & Size

Tired of My home.
And the expression, it’ll Happen.
The intention to take some action goes.
With the car door closed.
My feet will lead me to you corner of this beer soaked floor.
The way.
You decide the pace.
While drunk and Laughing of my actions.
It seems you can’t remember the conversation we just had, one will come along
again soon.
Bar closed, eyes back to normal colour, Shape & Size.
We go, Wll’ll go.
Damp shirt, moist whit perspiration And the beer you split.
Where we were laughing.
Seems you cant remember the conversation we just had.
Sometimes I think i’d better off If I just stayed on my own.