Drunk and incoherent
Stumbling through the railway’s path
A morning ritual of, “Ow.”

Not even a lot of alcohol
And you still feel the way that you do
And there is so little
That you want more of it
But you know you really shouldn’t
And so you come home
Drunk and incoherent
Dead tired
Did you know?
I only wanted to talk to you

Let’s not hide anything
But let it all hang out
In the open
And I will make sure
That you don’t change
And are the truest version of you

I wish you were my pizza
The kind that comes just at the right time
The one still hot that burns the roof of my mouth
But still I continue to devour it
Appreciating every square inch of it
I want a taste of you

I mean what I say
And I am sorry I keep it inside me
Someday I will speak the words
Before we go to sleep
When the time is right
There will be no regrets

I saw a photo of that lake
You should see the lake I’ve made myself
I’ve made it from my eyes
I named it after the road we haven’t traveled
I keep telling myself we will go there one day

Mon coeur bat
Vraiment, vraiment, vraiment rapidement
What does it mean?
Engulfed in smiles
Engulfed in subtleness