sneaking out and drinking and maybe possibly falling again

its dark and im paranoid but where i am

wrapped in your arms upon the sand

i feel safe to take a sip or two

and bite my lip listeing to you.

the stinging bitter liquid makes its way

through my bloodstreem before night turns to day.

and here we are upon this metal structure 

as my flannel melts into the darkness ive ever been more sure

than now as your soft lips meet mine

ad maybe it could be the effects of the wine 

but sitting here on the edge of time

with you i feel you could be mine.