It may have happened someday ...
The bar was about to close, and the light was so dark that I could not see my own hand. Sure the beer had something to do with this, but anyway, after been playing guitar for 2 hours in front of 150 drunk people i only wanted to go home.
Half my soul for a bed! I promise!
I saw her. Not true. I noticed her, beside me.
She was not ugly ... and the beer raised her to goddess category.
And she was there. My favorite king of girls. Breathing ones.
So ...
I took a couple of aspirins and whiskey with water for breakfast, it was my room, my bed, and my headache. She was there, in my bed. It took some time to me to realize that a living person cannot live without breathing.
Could she?
She was dead, and I have been written this in a song.
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