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?