We met at a party and I was drinking and you were sober.
You asked me if I was okay and I said: “yeah why wouldn’t I be?”
You told me it was because people mostly drink because they’re trying to escape something.
I laughed and told you that you hit the nail bang on and that alcohol helps seal the broken cracks, but I mostly just do it for fun.

Then you smiled and told me that I was a Rebel.
I told you you were a “Mr. Goody-two-shoes” because you’ve never done anything remotely crazy.

Maybe Mr. Goody-two-shoes could be interested in a broken rebel?

No, you deserve someone who isn’t already broken.

But its okay, thanks for still caring 🙂