Lose My Cool

I'd rather have a whiskey instead of water.

I'd rather sip the bubbles slowly;

You sip them faster, so much faster.

And when we drink it is far too easy.

And when we drink it is far too easy to lose my cool,

My cool.

 

You'd rather scale the boundaries without a partner.

I'd rather color inside, outside of every line

Until the picture becomes much clearer.

And when we scheme it is far too easy.

And when we scheme it is far too easy to lose my cool,

My cool.

Lose my cool.

Lose my cool.

Lose my cool.

Lose my cool.

 

Wrapped in cloaks of deception

We wander paradigms, not meant for present times.

Intoxicated by temptation, we sway,

Losing sight of inner voices speaking clearly.

This elixir burns to the center,

Mincing words, catching feelings, throwing shade.

As blank stares melt into ever-afters,

Will we ever be safe and sound, or just one sip away from insanity?

Or just one sip away from insanity?

Or just one sip away from insanity?

 

And when we drink it is far too easy.

And when we drink it is far too easy to lose my cool,

My cool.

Lose my cool.