You told me I am a bottle of tequila,
One that kept you dancing when its 2 am
And you didn't know whom you should call to take you home.
You said my love made you feel drunk but safe,
And I believed, I made your head turned upside down.
You, my human
Holding your glass,
And me, a drink that kept on pouring you my heart.
You took all of that in my soul, and promised to love me the next morning, when you are sober
And all I thought, that was your kind of love.
And there you go,
Keeping my heart, my bottle, my love
in this shelf,
along with other bottles that you collected and spilled all your life.