Abbey, by Gergoillop Subscribe to rss feed for Gergoillop

Abbey that girl I say stood me up
Kept me waitin I don't know for what
Stood at moomba on a Sunday
It was too good no o way

You promised me again your face I'd see
I guess in the end all those drinks were free
I was afraid of this happening when you walked away
I guess That night at the bar was the only day

Abbey you made it seem all right
Closed my eyes but you were in my sight
Danced with you the night away
I'm treated like trash just thrown 
away

Abbey that girl she's on my mind
Thinking about how she wasted my time
Sunday morning am I asking too much
Last nights kiss felt like cocaine rush

I think last night you hooked me in
Standing at the bar with your friend
Muster my courage to talk to you
I really didn't know what to do

I still don't know if you were using me
Your tone was just too convincing
If you had no interest of seeing me again
How come you were so enthusiastic then
Posted: 2012-05-12 04:09:27 UTC

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