Wine has loosened this tongue
I know of several words
Threatening to trip over themselves
Racing to you
My hands grasp at frayed edges of reason
I beg my tongue, don't betray me
But it is loose enough to hold a mind of its own
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Wine has loosened this tongue
I know of several words
Threatening to trip over themselves
Racing to you
My hands grasp at frayed edges of reason
I beg my tongue, don't betray me
But it is loose enough to hold a mind of its own
