Wandering without purpose but a single desire.
I woke up sober this morning but am already on my way.
By evening I'm drunk on you and willing to stay.
Unlike my heart, my soul can not be broken.
Sipping on cocktails of fantasy from small reailty cups.
Two birds on a branch sitting through moons and sun ups.
So when will be the day I get my comedown?
Your false tears are purpose fired bullets of guilty conscious.
Still drunk and addicted, can't get free of this relationship nonsense.