Gin. That’s where it starts.
The squinted eyes and mumbled speech
I go too far I know
I can barely see where I am going
and you cannot understand a word I say
But these are just a side effect of my confidence
which happens to come in a bottle
Do you think I’d be talking to you,
kissing you,
loving you, without the gin?
Of course not
Falling in love with strangers is the love I feel
So yes I need the gin.
I need the gin to be able to converse
and kiss
and go home with strangers
So I can feel something
You go ahead and find a nice boy who will romance you
But me, I’ll be leaning on a bar,
flirting with boys who buy me drinks
You go ahead and make love
i’m content with my one night stands.
I’m sure he could love me if he knew me
You go ahead and fall in love and get married.
I’m lucky, because you fell in love once
I fall in love every Friday night,
Saturday night… sometimes Wednesday nights
You see, for me, gin is love
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
Gin. That’s where it starts.
The squinted eyes and mumbled speech
I go too far I know
I can barely see where I am going
and you cannot understand a word I say
But these are just a side effect of my confidence
which happens to come in a bottle
Do you think I’d be talking to you,
kissing you,
loving you, without the gin?
Of course not
Falling in love with strangers is the love I feel
So yes I need the gin.
I need the gin to be able to converse
and kiss
and go home with strangers
So I can feel something
You go ahead and find a nice boy who will romance you
But me, I’ll be leaning on a bar,
flirting with boys who buy me drinks
You go ahead and make love
i’m content with my one night stands.
I’m sure he could love me if he knew me
You go ahead and fall in love and get married.
I’m lucky, because you fell in love once
I fall in love every Friday night,
Saturday night… sometimes Wednesday nights
You see, for me, gin is love
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