what a conundrum
You’re comfortable enough to get drunk with me
But you aren't comfortable enough to say what you really want to
Well maybe you’re too scared
To mean those things while sober but if you get drunk
Won’t it mean a little less?
You’d be emotionally unstable
Think about how awful your judgment calls would be
Would you have much trouble remembering me?
Some say that when you’re tipsy, the truth pours out
Inebriated words are just
Level-headed thoughts
Alcohol, four shots
“On me!”
On you
It frees your foolish tongue
Will you spill or keep
Those secrets all for yourself?