Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

There’s just something about a girl who can talk about her passion, who can look into her future and can tell you what’ll happen. I know it’s the way she lives, though I fell for her attraction, I try to make her day because I love to see her reaction. She’s fine like the wine in California, and with her brains man she should’ve gone to Berkeley, Puts up a sober front but a handful of drinks will make her flirty. She’s walking a fine line and I have the tools to make it sturdy, She does well on her own but I’ll still be there when we’re thirty. When I drink, all I ever do is call her, My mind drifts. Left and right through the night, like I just might, be Paul Walker. The way I see it she’s a dime, but I’d never leave her as a tip, So many words that I can’t say cuz her ex still makes her flip. My lack of courage is just a poor excuse, Stopping me from enlightening her with this important news. Her ignorance of her bliss, The reason for the feelings that I caught, But the courage that I lack keeps this from being nothing more than some drunk words and sober thoughts.