four minute mile

After about 6 drinks the words start slipping
And the instincts take over
The smiles the
Jokes
The girls that laugh
Just to show
Off their pearl white
Teeth anything really
To get their
Mouth some attention
And I’m all for it
For the lust
And the hazy passion
The attention
All the shadows in the bar light.
Then after 9 drinks the words
Start really slipping
The malt liquor on my breath
Replaced by her gin
And it all makes sense
How drunks fall in love
How we can escape into someone else
Into shot glasses and fucks
That mean something in the moment
And when we wake up
knowing and not knowing the person
Laying in your bed taking up your space
we go on with our day
understanding this is how drunks love
Fucking in the morning if the buzz
Is still going
and
All the wrong words said the right way.