I sat there all night
Begging the water in my glass
To turn to vodka
So I could forget your ass
So I could tell you what I'm thinking,
Because I'm not sure what's in my head,
With no consequences
A legitimate excuse
Water to vodka
Not water to wine
I burn up walking in a church
And I blame you
ESTÁS LEYENDO
To you, from me
PoesíaPoetry I wrote when you were on my mind and when it hurt to be alive. I'll love you always. From, me
