Viscus

Dust me over
With a shoulder of your best.
I'm ever so weary
And I need a drink to rest.
But a double, if you please,
You see I don't feel like going home.

I'm sorry,
I don't mean to complain
But, darling, I'm afraid
I'm making this drink bitter.
My heart is sore and lonely
And, darling, if you'd only
Blow a kiss
And do whatever you asked.

Through the haze
I see you smile
The roses bloom
Just to bare witness
The sun shines.
Just for you
Making your hair
Breathless
(In beauty)

It's all true.
It's all you.

But now
Look what I've done
I'm afraid my mouth has run.
I think it's time
I slept it off
Before I trip over my tongue
And fall in love.