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.
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