Another Missed Connection

I swear...people are messed up.

Tonight, hopefully...m4m

Is it bad that, deep down inside, I'm hoping, praying, that tonight finds you drinking? That i hope you take shot after shot, and that you get completely trashed, just on the off-chance that you might, in your drunken stupor, find the guts to talk to me again? They say that alcohol is liquid courage, and maybe that's what you need right now to say what you need to say. Or maybe it's what I need to confront you about these things.

I want to hold you in my arms as you tell me you're sorry. I want you to cry on my shoulders and tell me that you know you were an asshole, and that you want to be friends again. I would give you so much at the drop of a dime, even though I know I've done it before and I ended up getting hurt. All you have to do is ask, and maybe all you need to do to get around to saying these things is to take a few more shots tonight. So, with my best intentions, drink up, buddy.