I'm drunk. My mind is raging wars with all kinds of curious drugs.
But I find myself contemplating the truth and lies.
Do you love me? Is there meaning behind those sultry sound words?
That salty sweet lip lock? The smell of your flesh melting against mine?

I'm drunk. My heart is holding the fort and keeping reality hostage.
But I find myself wondering what was right and wrong.
Do you love me? Was there something behind that simply evil smirk?
That drawn out pale laugh? The subtle sweep of your hands through my hair?

I'm drunk. My life is fading upon frequencies untold and unfaithful.
But I find myself questioning fallacy and frailty.
Do you love me? Do you find yourself dreaming of my sighs and snores?
Do you wake up and wonder when my voice will grace your day?
Love me?

Seduced and surrendered under the roughest slap for one mere moment.
Does it matter when our time is minuscule in the momentum of your life?

I'm drunk. Do you love me?

Shhh...

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