Sober At the Speakeasy Pt 2

“Would you like another drink sir?” “Sir?” Vision blurred vision blurred Tonight more than my drinks have been stirred Blurred vision blurred vision As the bottle empties the poison’s made its incision… But awe man it’s not over Willing of course on the assumption that the Lord says the same forever for some years I want my days to roll over (but if he decides to cut them short (then my fair end has came) and the reflection in the mirror is the source of my blame) and matriculate like back in the gap when I thought that I’d never get older back in the gap when there wasn’t a weight stacked on my shoulder I don’t mind it though. I think of it as a necessity to keep the upper hand on every foe “Yes please…” Drinking out the bottle deep sea diving for answers Sweating all the small **** like I’m searching for cancer Fingers pitter patter on the table like an erratic dancer Vision starts to obscure as I realize I haven’t the cure For humanities imperfections that is based on pure perception But times ticking Tick tick tick… My watches reflection spots a figure and sends my eyes in the corresponding direction. This beautiful figure is hard not to stare at and it’s getting harder and harder (multiple forms of ********) first is mind then its body as they both align this being gliding across the room is so divine stricken, yes I’m a being who’s beating his heart for you don’t you see I adore you her vivaciousness is filling me with thoughts lascivious but it feels like it’s some sort of bliss her curves have placed my nerves into spastic fits the **** is this? Love? No I realize I can’t see her with my real eyes But Lord she is as perfect as the heaven above blue skies Curves extending for days, her body calls to mine I feel a tingle in my spine, and oh how she makes my heart sway… I’m sweating, man this girl is gorgeous, but I must pick her mind She sits down at my table so I feel obliged to say “Hello.”