Shot
The taste of Tequila and nicotine—still lingering
on my tongue, next to your hand on my chin.
A forgotten wound, is where you put your finger in.
Oh darling it’s a warning,
a touch should be more than only skin on skin.
A desperate attempt to give it a shot, so we do five.
What we’re looking for is lost or was never really found,
yet ready to drown, we’ll see how far we can dive.
Oh darling, we both know this river is nowhere-bound.
We’re trapped in our handmade comfort of stagnation.
Eyes wide shut, blinded by red exit signs.
Setting the sails on the hopeless ship of all relation,
While we are singing our national anthem of sighs.
Ready for delusion, we undo all strings and ties,
let it go downstream, aiming for the easiest way.
With our feet stuck to the ground, while time flies.
Darling, we both know we’ll never leave this bay.
We’re stranded in each other’s comfort zones,
embracing the mirage, with no land in sight.
Trapped in silence, we feel the sticks and stones.
Oh darling, dig a little deeper so I can see the light.
We run out of tools and words and the belief to pray.
Half an empty bottle and a match is all we’ve got.
What’s left to do when there’s nothing more to say?
Oh darling, just light my cig and I pour your shot.