Take your notebook
and a pen.
Write it down,
hell, write anything down.
Rip it out, and throw it away.
Your mouth tastes of whiskey and cigarettes.
Not as roll your own, and whiskey of a high regard.
And now that it's down to just you and I around here...
I'll roll my head back and let my shoulders lax.
Your cut sweater and shorter skirt reveal your true intent
Anything could be playing in the background... lights on or off...
I wouldn't want it any other way.
