Day Drinking & Daydreaming

I have a knack for drinking away the day,

Something you've never understood.

And I've never asked you to.

Because it's hard to explain the bitter taste in my mouth,

To someone who's never tasted anything but paradise.

And I promise it's not jealousy when I say,

that your innocence is getting a little old.

Because I don't need another intervention,

Or professional help.

I just need you to look at me, the way I look at you.

And I understand that's a lot to ask, but I don't know how to live without you.

So I'd rather drink to forget.

Because hennesy seems to make the lines softer.

And the cursive kisses I left on your skin taste less like regret, and more like hope.

Hope that one day our nothing will become something.

That our "nevermind"s and "just let it go"s,

will become "I'm sorry"s and "I love you"s.

Hope that the breathless feeling I get when I look at you, will ever be more than a child-like obsession with perfection.

So you may call me an alcoholic, but I prefer the term optimist.