"I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk"

Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe

my cup was always half empty
and yearned to be filled
by someone who would stay
other boys filled it up
but always tended to get thirsty
and drank me
until there wasn’t a drop left
i was left bone dry
to slowly fill myself
back up
and up
and up
and up

but then you came
and poured
and poured
and poured
until my cup over-flowed