You’re a shot of vodka
My lime for tequila
You’re in my veins
I’m drunk with the thought of you
I don’t need an open bar
All I need is you to get me going
Sober in the mind but rehab for my heart
My words are blurred
Scratched and smudged
I can’t think of anything else to write about
Because you’re in every single verse
And it’s not what you said or did that hurts
It’s that I can’t find another inspiration
Without reprinting our old conversation
I’m in pieces due to intoxication
I need heartache to fix this mess
Or at least stop being one
Dear Juliet 