I stand and walk to the bathroom, taking off my shirt to reveal my tattoos as tank top, and change into a pair of sweats. I walk back out and reach for his hand, yawning.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smile, remembering what I used to do when we worked with eachother and he wasn't up yet. I sneak out of bed and get a bottle of scotch. I walk back over and pour it all over, saying what I used to always say, "WAKE UP. Get you're a*s out of bed," I chuckle, knowing he's gonna kill me later.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I tighten my jaw and open my eyes, slowly turning around to face her. The back of my shirt is drenched, the alcohol soaking into the bandage around my shoulder. Biting my tongue, I stand and walk to the bathroom. I slip off the shirt and reveal the bandage just as it starts stinging. Dammit. C'mon, Sel. What the f**k?
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside