When i'm too drunk to drive,

Would you kiss me tonight?

What if the music was right?

Would you pick a fight?


When we would start to kiss,

The record would always skip.

I'd sit a little closer,

Flipping it back over.


Sharing a pack of cigarettes,

Burning through it with the brunette.

It’ll leave me with nothing.

It’ll leave you with nothing.


A foolish reason for a kiss,

Within my own selfishness.

Liking the closeness,

Pulling when the record skips.


Pulled from the abyss,

Only when I felt the warmth of your lips.

You leave me to reminisce,

About our first kiss.