you intoxicate me more than the ***** I drink every weekend just to try and get you out of my head,
but even while I can barely walk
you are still the only thing I think about.

In all honesty, I don't care
I really don't
I don't care who came before me
Where they are now
Who they are now
All I care about is Us

When you're with me
Our joint togetherness exudes heated magic
It's like you're a paintbrush
I'm the acrylics
The world is our canvas
And we paint it a plethora of colorful brightness

You can tell whoever else that they are obsolete
Their presence is no longer needed

I'll be your band-aid
Your wounds I aim heal
You'll be my whiskey
I'll forever be intoxicated from your kiss

Perhaps, I just need a drink,
and a little smoke.
Perhaps, it will make me forget,
with a little stoke.
Perhaps, I just need someone,
with a little more care.
Perhaps, it'll just be anyone,
anyone who'd be aware.
Perhaps, I could take another drink,
and hope can walk.
Perhaps, you, can compensate,
with a little talk.
Perhaps, I just need someone save me.
Perhaps, *perhaps, *perhaps


Maybe, I need you to stop me from this intoxication.
Maybe, I need intoxication by you.

you're the type of boy
my mother warned me about, and
I worry that you don't love me
when you're sober. in westernized culture,
blue represents sadness, so when
I looked into your eyes for the first time,
I should have foresaw a broken heart.
but, you can mend broken things
with glue - **** it, glue reminds me
of how often you get high.

why do you get delirium,
when you only ever bring me down?

We sat at the edge of your bed listening to vinyl records of the rolling stones; I thought for a moment we were stuck in the 80’s and were teenagers pretending to fall in love with the last trace of bubblegum flavor on the corner of our mouths and cheap ***** stains on our t-shirts which was a whole mixtape of our reckless youth and belief of love we could only know from books. It was my favourite mixtape anyway.

The twisted truth escapes your mind
when you’re intoxicated with the lies
You can't run, hide beneath the black sheets that console you
You are cold, alone, nowhere to go
Emptiness boiling your blood to release the virus
But once upon a time, a few tragic lives ago
You remember the whispering wind
Light that tolerated the unforgettable future at the palm of your hands
Simple happiness seen through the transparent smiles
So foolish to think this desecrated world would grant mercy to feelings
And then your stuck once again, the mosaic stained glass shapes like an hourglass carving distance faster
The few seconds to feel when the Utopian world slips and
cuts you like a paper cut
So you remember picturesque scene but not a perfect world

I got drunk on life
This time, like every time
The old trick works on me
I am just happy enough
Until I have had one too many

Then everything is buzzing
Fuzzy thoughts and accurate feelings

I carry on
As if my gut still permits it
Before promising, I learned my lesson
From overindulging.

This time, I will be more vigilant
Life tastes delicious;
But I should sip gently
Unless it is yet another hungover
From decisions I could regret long after

Then everything is buzzing
Accurate thoughts and fuzzy feelings

Drink moderately, or else I will be
Easily intoxicated
On this plethora of life experience
This time, I shall only get a little tipsy.