April 5th, I arise with chapped lips
And the babbling of nonsense over the TV's dull hiss
The events of April 4th aligned just a little more
Than the infatuated roar of the kids across the street
Though they speak not to me, they go deeper then my worry
For the friend of a friend who at a bar last night, told me that they loved me
But it must've been the Bacardi that had her hanging off me,
Saying things things she didn't mean, but her words still haunt me!
-TFOT
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