Wet Brain

Baby, I’m an alcoholic. I’ve thought about the classes but I’ve always been a passing student and I don’t know if I could handle it. My passions haunt me, too. I’m often aloof, coughin’ up mucous in the afternoon after promising you that I’d be off this shit soon. I talk an illusion, it’s true, but it’s honest. How the fuck can that be honest? And nah, I just brushed my teeth, I didn’t vomit. Sorry ‘bout how loud my fuckin’ jaw gets, too. But I’m positive you saw it all coming and you’re proud of me. You gotta be. I saw it on your face when you were out to eat. Before you ever mounted me. Before we did the shower scene. Before I fucked you raw in my room. (Can you close the window baby?) Nah, it’s too foggy in here. Have a blanket, I’m waiting for the toxin to clear. So be patient, and I know you hate that straw man feud, so Imma try and say on topic for you
Wet Brain
Sorry, my head is getting soggy
Blunts to the lid after we tucked in the kids, wondering what we would give for the sun not to lift today. Copped the team caps, but then we knocked back the batch and went to campus empty handed after we tripped fuckin’ face. Remember? You never whispered ’til I caught you close to sleep and you let your cheeks and left hand do the speaking. Believe me, I would’ve filled your lips, but I was guilty and resistant and I loved how bad you wanted me when I put away my dick. Just the tip. It’s fine and dandy when you fancy on some candy, but enchantment doesn’t last and your insides are never full. Then for half of Ancient Banter I’m just chastising my own vanity and you can’t speak to your man because his eyes are always dull. But if you got me to stop chompin’ the filters off my Reds, maybe you could help me close this distillery in my head
Wet Brain
Sorry, my head is getting soggy