Coffee Project
The Adventures of Pickle
For forty-seven daysYou fell asleep on someone else's kitchen floorWaking someone in the middle of the nightYou wanted to exploreI put up some fliersTold everyone I knowAnd one day out of nowhere, you show up at homeAs if nothing was wrongFat from the wet foodWith just a few scratchesCovered in ashes from somebody's dirty, old smokesI'm sorry that I left you and flew far awayYou warned me not to go, but I did anywayAnd if I knew that you would leaveI never would have strayed away from youBut I don't blame youWhat kind of friend am I?
From Letras Mania