The music is louder than sirens
As I thank Dionysus for another drink When your drunk the music feels more personal
And the gods feel closer than this person
Half whispering sweet nothings into a pretty boys ear
As you slowly fade away into the vanilla taste of his chapstick
Waking up the next morning with most the bottle gone
And the taste of vomit in my throat
The musics way to loud and I'm way out of ibuprofen
At least he's here with me even if he's not up yet
The guy sleeps like an angel and the morning sun just makes him look better
I'm at least half happy for last night