zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
So everything goes about as well as you thought it would, which is to say rather poorly. You're not dumb enough to avoid the way he's looking down at the floor with those puppy-dog eyes, but you're also far too drunk to know what to do about it. At least it's out in the open now, the hard things said out loud. Maybe now the wound will start to close.
Or, y'know, maybe things will escalate in degrees of awkward. Given your luck, it's probably that.
Especially since now you don't know what you're supposed to say. Or do. Or...... anything. "Someone t'what, Red?" you murmur, eyes still closed, head still back. At least if Sam's talking you don't have to. And maybe when you wake up this will all be over.
Or, y'know, maybe things will escalate in degrees of awkward. Given your luck, it's probably that.
Especially since now you don't know what you're supposed to say. Or do. Or...... anything. "Someone t'what, Red?" you murmur, eyes still closed, head still back. At least if Sam's talking you don't have to. And maybe when you wake up this will all be over.
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
