An ode to maybe

Dreamt of her again - why the fuck can't I just let this go... it's slowly (well, not so slowly) killing me inside, and it's starting to appear on the outside as well.

Probably not going out tonight so will be stuck in with captain vodka, so there will probably be frequent updates on here...

' If I could bottle my hopes in a store bought scent
They'd be nutmeg peach and they'd pay the rent
And I'd ride a horse, and I'd teach a course
On how I go to be a star crossed pimp
Get up, get up, yeah
Oh I might, gonna live forever boy
Tonight, oh you're a clever boy, well maybe
No you never say goodnight, oh I might
I might, well maybe
What you need I hope it finds you
Are you a clever boy, gonna live forever boy
Maybe some day you'll get it right
Oh I might'