Vodka

it tastes and smells and feels and lusts
with all the wild senses of perfection

it loves me

Vodka+friends==wasted +fun

never land
still dreaming of being there
having it all
dont seem to mind the downfall
tragic smiles plastic memories
got a foot in doors

flame shots,
they have put me in the mood
and women eyes,
all the things they make me think about
sex and car crashes
windows fog over and over in a mans life

warm night
games of UNO cards,Vodka on the rocks
a chill across my skin
smoking my cigarettes
at this moment
nothing seems more beautiful
than what i have
and it stretches on
theres nothing left to do but burn the skys