The nights I waste, wasted. I think I found my true love but maybe I'm just wandering. Perhaps I should pay for my youthful sins with loneliness. There is an idea of fair but perhaps fair is but a myth
Nothing makes me believe in Heaven more than a fun debaucherous night followed by a relaxing day of smoking foods on the grill and enjoying the peacefulness of Sunday
After a heartbreak that comes more from humility than abandoment its refreshing and pleasing to be host to someone elses fantasy for one concentual night; knowing nothing will be expected of you tomorrow.
You sometimes you meet someone and you think "im going to marry this person". Then that whole endeavor becomes a trainwreck and you get drunk and you get lucky and meet someone who also thinks "fuck it. One night aint goin kill me" and that one night puts it all in perspective