A little tipsy on tequila,
A little too gone on vodka,
Just trying to drink away the tears;
Another shot of Crowne,
Jim Beam to erase the years;
And Johnny can take me away,
From all the lies;
Dancing when the wine soaks in,
Laying on the floor as my head spins;
Kamakazi to end the night,
Drown my sorrows,
But when the sun breaks the horizon,
And a new day starts,
Somehow I’m hungover on heartache
©2016 – V A Coote