Words do nothing but sink in
like skipping stones and cheap gin
The burn of your elixir as it goes down proud
making your mind so numb and your needs too loud
Hoping you won't offend the one you admire
you light the match and fuel the fire
It's all hazy twist and turn
some kind of crazy third degree burn
so if I am to lose what I hoped to
Surrender myself and go through
the stages of belligerent indiscretion
filled with mild pills and misdirection
tell my story, as I would tell it
like alice, the queen, and the white rabbit
nothing, oh nothing but what is true
turn back the times, I'm falling for you