Two Bottles, Two Bottles

Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...
Two bottles, two bottles,
and cognac.

a little drink
a little sip into the lips
of temptation - camouflage
into a kiss of perdition
my damnation-
my destination.

Yet I never drove,

I didn't stirred
the wheels of my life.
I went off course
into a career path.
I stationed between
books that I read
but that I never -
really, never understood
its practicality
in todays world.

I know,

I walked,
it was easier to walk
until I took the train
of advices that took me to
where I am...

yet I'm fine
really, I'm fine.

How many times
should I repeat this?

I'm fine...

I just need to drive.
I need to stir these wheels
back into my past.
I need to catch
the bus back into his arms
or the very least
a taxi that could take me
to his whereabouts.

But don't worry...

I'm not drunk
Okay, I'm drunk.
I've been drinking from life
since the moment I was born.
But this time I need to drive.
I need to stir a car into the time period
when I met him
before she ever crossed
his path.

---

though If you wonder,
Sobriety isn't his wife
cognac is
and while
I am drunk with life
he crashed into my heart.

yeah, yeah..

never let a drunkard drive

yeah...

Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...
Two bottles, two bottles
one filled with life
and the other with cognac.

Written by: Lucero L.