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(starters inspired by too many drinks, city lights, and the kind of honesty that only comes after midnight)
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āYou look like you could use another drink⦠or a bad decision.ā
āDonāt tell me you came here alone.ā
āIām not drunk, Iām justāemotionally flexible right now.ā
āOne more round, and I might actually tell you what Iām thinking.ā
āI didnāt plan on running into you here.ā
āYouāve got that lookālike youāre either about to confess something or start a fight.ā
āYouāre staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?ā
āYou ever think about how many bad ideas start with a shot glass?ā
āYou dance like youāre trying to forget something.ā
āItās way past decent hoursāwhat are you still doing out?ā
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āYou can stop pretending youāre fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.ā
āI thought you didnāt drink anymore.ā
āItās funnyāliquor makes you honest, but you still canāt say what you really want, can you?ā
āYou shouldnāt walk home alone. Iāll come with you.ā
āYou always talk like this when youāve had too much.ā
āYou smell like smoke and regret. It suits you.ā
āLetās make a pactāwe donāt talk about this in the morning.ā
āYou shouldnāt have kissed me. But Iām not asking you to stop.ā
āYou ever get drunk enough to think the world might love you back?ā
āWeāre both going to regret this tomorrow, arenāt we?ā
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āWhatās the worst thing youāve ever done? Iāll go first.ā
āTell me a truthājust one. The kind youād never say sober.ā
āYouāre going to forget this conversation in the morning, right?ā
āIf I told you I missed you, would you blame the alcohol?ā
āYou keep drinking like youāre trying to forget something. Or someone.ā
āI didnāt mean to call you. My hands just remembered your number.ā
āWhy are you crying? Donāt tell me itās just the gin.ā
āYou said you donāt love me anymore, but youāre still here.ā
āDo you ever wonder how we got this lost?ā
āSometimes, I think the night listens better than people do.ā
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āIāll walk you home. You can pretend you donāt need me to.ā
āItās too late for goodbyes, isnāt it?ā
āWe shouldnāt have let it get this far.ā
āYou can hold my hand. Just for tonight.ā
āDo you ever wish youād met me sober?ā
āDonāt fall asleep yet. The world feels softer when itās still spinning.ā
āStay until the city forgets our names.ā
āYou look different under the streetlights.ā
āPromise me you wonāt vanish when morning comes.ā
āI donāt know what Iāll remember most ā the taste of the drink, or you.ā