Drunk, On Speaking
Drunk, on Speaking (To speak or to not) I can cry Or I can numb To end all these breaking bones And revive the long dead spirit Or I can joke and flirt and sail sweet words Down the smoking river of never ending Sweet guards, rest now, I cup your chin and kiss your cheeks Take a sweet rest as I say what I must I am I will I am not (Found in my notes app after a night out)
