at night people drown in drinks and shots while some of us turn catharsis into art guess i could take your tequila and spill it on a napkin so i can name the masterpiece "love's been lost for too long"
agonizing chants in unison that some of the 'sober us' wouldn't understand how "take your shirt off" can sometimes mean "peel your skin back and show me your soul"
and the barman mixes rainbow drinks that color up the night for 'the lonely us' and there are no lovers waiting home just dusty cd's that have the magic power to make our eyes water black teardrops and turn whiskey into 'holy water'
sometimes i wonder the possibility of planting a coin in my backyard and water it with ciroc thinking "maybe i can grow love out of it"
i should be replaying voices of ghosts saying 'i love you and i will never let you go' but all that comes along are chants of drunken nights and people dialling numbers that never pick up
see, you only need nine numbers to swallow tears and get the courage to jump off from the thirteenth floor or maybe you could write a story in which all of us get our happy ending