when i drink, i dream
vivid and tangible
like i can touch them with delicate fingers
about pointless things
happy things
painful things

when i dream, i dream of you
your hands
your lips
your face
your words telling me things i don't want to hear
i dream of you so often

i try to not think of you
the pain just a little too relevant and a little too tender
but you're right there
in the front of my mind
with those brown eyes i can't escape from

when i drink, you are the only thing on my mind
and i know i had messed up this because of the same thing that makes me dream of you

when i dream of you
i wake up and for a moment
we aren't broken and tattered
when i wake up i think that maybe
just maybe
we can be okay
until i come to my senses and those lips didn't touch me
your hands didn't find my curves
and your words didn't always sting like a sting from one thousand nettles

i drink to dream of you