September 2011
1 post
love drunk
Somehow you had me in a sweet daze,
Always coming back for what I craved.
Acting on impulse and never quite wise,
Your love had become my demise.
One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
I couldn’t stop I needed more.
I’d wake up not feeling myself,
Knowing your were bad for my health.
A painful hangover, without the advil,
You treated me as bad as a Captain Mo handle.
Terribly shaky, my heart always...
