You make me want to sing and dance.
Well, you.. and the whiskey.
I do find that I am somehow more me when with you. I know my energy transfers over to you, and then all of a sudden you and I are the same. But.. just because you believe something it doesn’t make it true. Right?
And after a few too many we start saying things that we hope the other doesn’t remember the next day.
A triple threat.
What I’ve figured out is that I’m the one that people can’t handle. The liquor is a lighter dose than I am.
So we’ll keep throwing those back,
we’ll run the risk,
instead of throwing this away.