Beer left in the fridge

muddled musings of a mangled mind

We can fight like holy demons
And in the end, nobody won
You ain’t telling me we’re over
I’ll tell you when we’re done

Just because we fight a bit
We argue and we cuss
I ain’t set to call us done
There’s time still left in us

I ain’t going nowhere
I ain’t jumpin’ off that ridge
I ain’t movin’ out on you
While there’s beer left in the fridge

I’ll tell you when we’re finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain’t going nowhere
While there’s beer left in the fridge

Sure, I done my cheating
But I kept my fingers crossed
I know that if I kept in on
My ring would not be lost

So I go and party
But I always come back home
It may take me a couple days
But, I know where I belong

I ain’t…

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