Inside I'm thinking, of how I'm loving you the most
Remedy this hangover a cup of tea and toast
And it didn't seem from my eyes that she was one to boast
But I froze, when I saw her pose, left all indisposed
And it grows, that feeling desire
When loneliness is mixed with list and genuine kindness I tend to tire
Of this myth that I know my own intentions
Just my own inventions, morally ambiguous apprehension
I ask if she wants a drink, I pay with silver pieces
She takes my hand catches my eye my confidence increases
Intoxicated I wish I could capture this cohesively
But as the night fades she's leaving me...