I found myself wasted on the idea of your affection while you whispered sweet nothings into my ear. You found yourself telling me all of the things you knew I've been wanting to hear. I sat on your bedroom floor convincing myself that there were truth to the words you were spewing, though I knew they were nothing more than beautifully dressed up lies. You sat close enough that I could become intoxicated on your breath alone, yet you still had me wanting more. I found myself lost in the world wind that is you and you found your self lost in the world wind that the drink had provided. I'm drunk on your love and you're just drunk.