Romance with a Bottle

My eyes don’t work
and all I feel
is a cup in my hand
and a sip of my liquid meal.

The burn is gone
I’m used to it now
since most of the bottle
has been chugged down.

My mind is spinning
I love the feeling
I feel like it’s the perfect
hand of cards I’m dealing.

No one else exists
only me and this perfect night
we have this sort of romance
that fades away at daylight.