My head is spinning as I write this down
Because she asked me to do this while I'm out of town
I have no idea what to write anymore
But all I know is that she asked me to so I have to do this even if I'm sore
This is for her, she who listens to my silliness and stupidity
She could laugh at me and the way I feel would still feel remain unchanged for eternity
How she could bare to even listen to a drunken confession is beyond me
Cause her laughter and her reply is all that I see
Everything looks unreal but her messages remain crystal clear
She's the only thing that's real in this mirage brought by a bottle of beer
I should be pissed because my day didn't go exactly as planned
Yet her replies made me smile faster than someone getting swallowed by quicksand
Though my eyes feel heavy and my fingers are losing their touch
I read her poems and I feel that nothing is too much
There is no sleep for the weak, that's what they all say
I found this to be true because all I want is for her to stay