i've heard that drunk words are sober thoughts,
and you are on my mind right now.
a cheap 80 proof runs through my veins,
my tongue loose with the truths that I can't face in the light;
and just like that last shot I took,
I know I will regret this in the morning.
but I've come too far to go back now.
time is running out before my eyes,
and I ache to kiss you to fill our unfinished sentences,
yet the taste of you is far too intoxicating
and I will never be satisfied with just one moment

I ache to see you again,
and press play to the pause we've been on all this time,
but whose's to say you haven't already fast forwarded,
and skipped right past me to the next scene.
Because if this were a movie,
the happy ending would be right around the corner,
and we'd fade away into the sunset,
following a fireworks worthy kiss;
"ever after" waiting just ahead of us.
But instead we are living a rerun of the same old episode
that one that everybody's seen before.
Yet I can't help that every time it's on,
I watch it over and over, hoping the lines change this time;
that the script gets rewritten.
But here we are once again,
knowing full well the conclusion to the finale of this pitiful season,
yet playing our parts nonetheless.

What if I told you
that my heart beats a little faster every time you come into my view
And what if I let you know,
that as lame as it sounds you make my grey skies turn blue
What if I told you,
that I write marathons of poetry with you on my mind
And what if I let you know,
that you're the type of person I thought I'd never be able to find
Would you laugh at me if I said all of this?
Would you run away from what could possibly be?
Or would you smile in the way that makes my knees weak?
and let me know that you feel all the same things for me?