Is it hypocritical to say
I just need to be near you?
And maybe my timing is off
but there are only so many tears
that can burst
from dry eyes.
Those egg timers are running
-running low-
and for some reason we're chasing down
the grains of sand
with our shots
of vodka.
((I just want to feel you breathe.))
It'd seem that we write
love letters on our
wrists
with whiskey bottles
and cologne.
Summer's never smelled sweeter.
*Believe me, I just want your hand.*
It always works out so
perfectly.
