I misplaced my shot glass
And over-poured my negronis
Or what's it called with port instead of vermouth?
It doesn't really matter.
We floated on together
I booked tickets for Disneyland
And wrote stories that confused me
The next morning
It doesn't really matter.
Except I woke up thirsty
Me, perpetually thirsty
Soaking up the water
And drowning myself in gin
Wherever you go, there you are
So they say.
So here I am
Pulled by the moon
Like the ocean's tides
Feeling out of control
In these rhythms of my life.
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