You're an idiot.
You forget to call
And you didn't remember my soda
Or cigarettes.
You left your dirty socks on the bed,
Again.
And that damned wet towel on the floor.
Again.
And tonight,
I'll climb back in to bed with you.
To wake up tomorrow
And be irritated all over again.
You're an idiot.
But I could not make it without you.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Comments
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Idiots are so much fun sometimes.

