Drunk words are sober thoughts
But my mind hasn't been working since
     you left
And the drums that usually pound in
     my ears have grown silent
Not even the thoughts in my sleep
     have allowed me to succumb to
     such things
Like dreams of you, or us, or anything
     revolving around the way your
     fingers danced down my spine to
     put me to bed
But the poison that is alcohol has
     brought my speech to a new level
Words spewing out of my mind, into and
     out of my mouth making reference
     to the way you held my body
     late in the night
And I'm sorry for texting you at 3am on
     a monday night, but ******* it
     you were the most beautiful
     human being to ever cross my
     path
And for that I thank you for sending
     my expectations through the
     roof of a home that we
     will never call our own