How Sydney Sweeney Reminds Me

[crk74]

I never made it as a wise man. I couldn't make it as a poor man stealing. I'm tired of living like a blind man. It's a sight without a sense of feeling.

This is how Sydney Sweeney reminds me of what I really am.
This is how Sydney Sweeney reminds me of what I really am.

She don't say 'sorry'. I'm always waiting on a different story, but this time I'm mistaken for handing her a heart worth breaking.

We've been on the down and outs lately. Before we started fighting, it was a pretty good relationship. But not right now.

I'm been wrong and I've been down. I've been to the bottom of every bottle.

These five words are in my head screaming "ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, no.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, no.

It's not like she didn't know that. I told her I loved her. Said it, "I love you" and I swear I still do. But it must have been so bad cause living with me must have near killed her.

Last night we had really hot sex. "ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?" She asked when I was slamming my cock in that tight pussy. Moving around real good, feeling great. It just stung cause that's the same thing she yells at me when we're fighting. It's hard to get turned on and enjoy sex when you're thinking of the bad stuff with emotions like this bringing me back to those bad days we can't get over.

And this is how Sydney Sweeney reminds me of what I really am.
And this is how Sydney Sweeney reminds me of what I really am.

Yeah, yeah, are we having fun yet?
Yeah, yeah. Still thinking about those five words in my head.

No, no.