lets get drunk on each others happiness, dripping from the smiles turned into kegs
drinking each other in until our bodies are light and we see the world in a different way. just the thought of running through a field of flowers in the middle of nowhere, cloaked in a blanket of darkness, feels like the biggest adventure we've ever been on.
somehow i like the thought of getting wasted on you a lot better than pressing that cold bottle to my lips and wishing it was you. at least you make me feel good inside in the most innocent of ways. you make me deal with what i want to forget instead of drowning in the bottom of a brown abyss that reeks of acridity and poisons my brain.
-you're the best kind of intoxication
