Everytime I drink I wonder,
Will this be the last cup?
I ask myself, if one more is ok?
The answer is yes. Always yes.
I fill my cup with smiles.
Spread them to my friends.
Dances and games.
I find bold looks for adventure
At the bottom of every glass.
Adventures to empty places
Abandoned homes and factories
Rusted cogs and rotten wood
Dirt covered and water logged.
A train car of needles and booze.
A tree choking old generators.
Adventures and bold looks
Brought to you by bottles.
I see a heart across the room.
It speeds it’s pace for me.
Looking deep in my eyes
The heart makes my throat,
So dry…
Everytime I drink I wonder
Will this be my last heart?
I ask myself, is one more ok.
Yes, always yes, to quench.
The blood rushes across my skin
Cycling faster and faster
With every blink and touch.
I grab her hand and spin
Flash my shoes and pull her close.
Smelling the heart heating,
I fill my cup with her smiles
Spread them to my friends.
The effort so simple,
The timing made perfect.
A breath on her neck
A brush of my lip
The blood boils under her skin.
My adventure to an empty place
Pressing into an empty home.
An abandon factory where love
Used to be polished and clean.
Now covered in dirt
…and wet.
Will this be the last cup?
I find bold looks for adventure,
At the bottom of every glass.