You can kiss me any time you like
We don't even have to be drunk at the time
But each time that we do we are
So I guess I don't mind
And you make me nervous
So I get lost on purpose
And I'm so shy
But I'm staring at your jawline
And you swear that you're straight
You don't know how frustrating that is
Know I should hate it
But I crave the taske of whiskey off your lips
And I don't know what I expected to find
The blind drunk leading on the blind