Day 122 – Tequila

In those fledgling days we had
no tolerance for tequila
no working douchebag radars and
no reason to go home

You’d find me crying on the sidewalk
I’d find you making out with Santa
neither one of us had shoes on
neither one of us knew better

In those fledgling days we were
so young and so uncertain yet
so brave and so foolheaded and
so set on having fun

You’ll find me out in California now
I’ll find you getting married
neither one of us has forgotten
neither one of us drinks tequila

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