Hungover

They always said that drunken words were sober thoughts,
there may be some truth to that because that liquid courage is one hell of a drug

Blurring every line between lust and love until you can no longer tell them apart,
every shot you take to the head is also a shot you take to the heart

And you reload that gun....again...and again...and again
Every bullet in that bottle you fire straight back until the room begins to spin
Before you know it you're back in that same position you were in,
when you made that vow to yourself last time that you'd never get that drunk again

But you love it....

You love how it makes time feel nonexistent, no past or future in sight
Only that faded present moment with nothing left for you to do except own it
Mixing brown and white better than desegregation while making that silent declaration on pacing,
but before you know it you've reached that familiar destination of intoxication

Drunk in love, drunk in hate, drunk in regrets and mistakes
Somebody please take my phone before it's too late
Hide it from me before I spill my drunken passion into a call or text that shouldn't be made,
Replaying memories that shouldn't be played and then you wake up in the morning laying where you shouldn't have laid....hungover
Hungover not from the Hennessy & tequila,
but hungover from the actions that each one of them featured