a drunk daze,
and i sat in your lap.
a drunk daze,
and you ran your hands through my hair.
a drunk daze,
and you called me beautiful again.
those words.
i don't know if we'll remember this,
come morning;
i kind of hope we will, and
i kind of hope we won't.
but i still don't know if it's real.
is this what falling
feels like?
or is it all just
one big
drunk daze?
