One week left, seven days
Again i have to change my ways
Drugs, booze, and hot nights of sex
Back to Arizona, what is next?
Stories to be told of adventures had
Everyday life again, no more being bad
I love the crazy life, no worries
Smoking pot and jumping quarries
Drinking away problems and blame
Hookin up in just a game
Ties to cut, people to forget
Forgotten into a memory, this I let
Two separate lives, both entirely me
Two different people is all i can be

Just a little backround- I wrote this after being Boston all summer and then
having to go back to where I live in Arizona.
 
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