Wasted

It’s seven o’clock on a Wednesday and we’re wasted

You’re with me, we’re flying and your lips never tasted so good

We can stay in this room, we can look at the moon, if you want to.

Thank God for the bus stops, park benches and your warm hands

Thank God for the street lights and memories of a slow dance (so good)

And thank God, ’cause by God, you can thank God and not feel depleted.

Hey, do you have a cigarette? I think I can find us some beer.

If you don’t it’s okay, I’m happy to stay and tomorrow is another day.

I saw my reflection, it was slouching down the back stairs

I thought I was taller, a little thicker maybe but who cares (‘cept you)

Another sunset is gone and I’m not alone. Can I trust you?

Hey do you have some aspirin? I think I’ve caught a chill.

If you don’t it’s okay, I’m happy to stay and tomorrow just won’t go away.

---