Too Drunk, Not Drunk
When your with people you think you can trust
and you get a bit to drunk
and you thought you could trust him
after all your mom loved him
and you go to bed just afer 2
and mom went to bed just after 1
and he came in room just after 4
so you ask him for a pill...
He gets you the pill and you take it for your head
still drunk
still drunk
and then you lay back down
still drunk
and then his hand snakes out
still drunk
and then his lips meet yours
still drunk
smell the beer
still drunk
and his hand slides under your gown
still drunk
and you just cant say no
too drunk
too drunk
and his touches, soft but rough
not drunk
not drunk
and he plays with your untuoched parts
not drunk
not drunk
and you try to turn but you cant
not drunk
not drunk
and you finnaly win and turn
not drunk
not drunk
and he silently walks away
not drunk
not drunk
and whispers to the dark room
are you drunk
are you drunk
are you drunk
and you wish you could say that you were
so drunk
so drunk
so you can turn, fall asleep, and forget
not drunk
not drunk
and you know in deep and dark thoughts...
your not drunk
your not drunk
your not drunk
Copyright © Veronica Powell | Year Posted 2011
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