It's not that we like being Worriers. It's just who we are.
So when your mind gets foggy with the burn of alcohol on your cracked lips and your empty round belly is full of butterflies and beer; when you forget how to put heel to toe with outstretched arms and how to walk forward with your head held high; when your carefree smile isn't enough to sober you up and you can't shrug your way out of slammed confusion; don't hate us for being Worriers.
Being Worriers makes us Warriors.
Because who is it that has Plan B folded neatly in our back pocket? Who is it that cares enough to check on you? Who is it that pulls you out of the hole you so effortlessly failed to notice?
Us,
-A
So when your mind gets foggy with the burn of alcohol on your cracked lips and your empty round belly is full of butterflies and beer; when you forget how to put heel to toe with outstretched arms and how to walk forward with your head held high; when your carefree smile isn't enough to sober you up and you can't shrug your way out of slammed confusion; don't hate us for being Worriers.
Being Worriers makes us Warriors.
Because who is it that has Plan B folded neatly in our back pocket? Who is it that cares enough to check on you? Who is it that pulls you out of the hole you so effortlessly failed to notice?
Us,
-A
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