Drinks

Drinks

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Run a finger down your back
Find the small of it
Twirl your hair
Nervously play with those earrings
I won't judge,
But I'll buy the drinks
You go for a ride,
I'll go for another round
Mutually assured destruction because of too many mutual friends,
But I'm just enjoying the colors on your walls
Trying to buy a ticket,
But the historical line is too long and crooked
Echoes of the past written on our skin
I see you
I'm not brown,
But what can I do for you?
Buy me another round
I'll buy you a new shirt
Don't pause me
Don't mute me
Those echoes will recede
You just need to turn it up to eleven
I'll turn it down to 56
Your pierced nipples and black tattoos,
They make me feel like the wagon wheel you're rocking
You rock me
I see you
Work the room
Flirt to convert
I'm still not judging,
But I'm still buying the drinks
Trying to not ruffle your feathers
Trying to make them my comforter
Searching for the right words in this bottle of Rhum
Betty keeps distracting me
Truth is that I've seen you for awhile
Tell me you see me too
Tell me anything
I'll buy the drinks
I won't judge
How many songs have been written about you?
Easier to write than to vocalize
Easier to keep just buying drinks
I'll buy you a drink
I won't judge