two slapshot canadian club shots,

bauhaus on the jukebox,

a gaze across a table-

that seems to be getting smaller

between us

i keep finding more reasons

to be here

to drink

to like you

and forget

as the world starts to blur

i laugh, it makes you

laugh too

and you feel BETTER,

not HAPPY

so we start to lift

the sheet away

where your lips

and my lips

are waiting

lets do this for real

next week

because who needs happy,

we just want to feel better

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