Drunk Post Thread-Part II: Zoner Style

We still share the same old bed
We still lay there side by side
Love's either playin' dead
Or is no longer alive

'Cause girl, it's been so long
Since we made love alive
But there ain't nothin' wrong
There just ain't nothin' right

Oh, there ain't nothin' wrong
There ain't nothin' right
We're still holdin' on
We just ain't holdin' on that tight

And I can't put my finger on
What's wrong let alone you at night
Oh, there ain't nothin' wrong
There just ain't nothin' right

We swear that we still do
But I know as well as you we don't
We're lyin' in the truth
Lyin' next to what we want

And if there is no wall
Then why are there two sides
Whoa, there ain't nothin' wrong
There just ain't nothin' right

Oh, there ain't nothin' wrong
There just ain't nothin' right
We're still holdin' on
We just ain't holdin' on that tight

And I can't put my finger on
What's wrong let alone you at night
Oh, there ain't nothin' wrong
There just ain't nothin' right

Oh, there ain't nothin' wrong
There just ain't nothin' right
 
Otter, why aren't you out, trying to get some poon?

Because when thrash and I went out the other night, I realized how far behind I was. I noticed in order to get a hot chick I must wear my pants below my ass, or some that are tight as hell. Also I must buy a bunch of flat bill hats and wear them sideways. Furthermore I must quit my job, and become unemployed.
 
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