Writings

I might be a little tipsy

And you're really pretty

But do you remember when we first

fell in love?

I can't right now

Don't remind me

I'm mad at you for something

Though now I'm not sure what

You're delicious like this wine

Good for my heart

Somehow bad for my liver

And turn my brain counter clockwise

Don't kiss my neck

It's passion I'm awash with

Any more and I'll explode

And I'm mad at you for something

I might be a little drunk