zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
"You got stabbed." on the list of things you expected out of Sam, being stabbed is not one. "Didja at least stab 'em back?" you wonder with that same detachment. List of expected things? Sam stabbing somewhere sits significantly lower than Sam being stabbed. But hey, it's a weird night.
Okay, you might be a drunken disaster, but even you can tell that a gaping stomach wound probably needs to be tended to sooner than later. Chuckling wryly at his sweet and poorly times concern, you reach out to attempt to pay his head, or shoulder, or hand, or something. Whatever you can reach.
"I know ya care 'bout me, Red. Ya don't gotta bleed out all over my couch t'prove it." Flopping the extended hand in a way you (incorrect) assume to be enticingly. "Here. Let's get the awkward boners outta the way, 'fore ya die on me."
Okay, you might be a drunken disaster, but even you can tell that a gaping stomach wound probably needs to be tended to sooner than later. Chuckling wryly at his sweet and poorly times concern, you reach out to attempt to pay his head, or shoulder, or hand, or something. Whatever you can reach.
"I know ya care 'bout me, Red. Ya don't gotta bleed out all over my couch t'prove it." Flopping the extended hand in a way you (incorrect) assume to be enticingly. "Here. Let's get the awkward boners outta the way, 'fore ya die on me."
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
