took back my heart but it's never been the same
Oh good, some more god shit.
The first sign should have been an absence of morning wood, but it's not. Or maybe it should be the fact that you're lying on a cold slab of concrete instead of in your bed, but honestly, you've woken in stranger places.
No, the first sign that something astoundingly bizarre and terrible has happened is that when you go to scratch your face you find not a beard, but a fistful of long, fine, blonde hair plastered to your face.
Blonde.
Blonde
That shit ain't Vai's.
"What th' actual fuck...?"
First thought: I fucked a blonde.
Second thought: Vai's gonna kill me.
Third thought, as you look down and see a naked body that's white as the driven snow and unnervingly devoid of hair: "Where the shit's my dick?"
This is said aloud, and in a voice that definitely isn't yours. And it is followed shortly by what can only be described as a very feminine scream.
The first sign should have been an absence of morning wood, but it's not. Or maybe it should be the fact that you're lying on a cold slab of concrete instead of in your bed, but honestly, you've woken in stranger places.
No, the first sign that something astoundingly bizarre and terrible has happened is that when you go to scratch your face you find not a beard, but a fistful of long, fine, blonde hair plastered to your face.
Blonde.
Blonde
That shit ain't Vai's.
"What th' actual fuck...?"
First thought: I fucked a blonde.
Second thought: Vai's gonna kill me.
Third thought, as you look down and see a naked body that's white as the driven snow and unnervingly devoid of hair: "Where the shit's my dick?"
This is said aloud, and in a voice that definitely isn't yours. And it is followed shortly by what can only be described as a very feminine scream.
maybe love is a young man's game
