The Tempest Collection

Snow and Tequila

Maybe it just got so cold

that my brain went numb

and kind of froze.

Or maybe you'd have that effect on me

no matter where I was

or what I drink.

All I know is, I played with fate.

I always do, and still I drank.

One shot, two shots, three, not four.

Just tipsy enough 

to want it more.

Whoever let me keep my phone

is a kind of stupid all their own.

Cause here I am, sun and snow,

and I'm texting you,

oh shit, oh no. 

We're friends for sure,

but they don't understand.

When I get horny,

game over, no chance. 

I run my mouth,

I talk you up,

at least I didn't mention

my thing for blood.

And can I blame it on the spicy drink?

I hope you'll buy it,

hope you'll believe. 

Hope you'll believe that I didn't mean

how much I want you to be with me.

I hope whatever we had 

can stay untouched, un-fucked up.

Next time I should be more careful

when I mix snow and Tequila.