i want to be your shot of whiskey, and take the edge away. make you punch drunk love. spicy. make you feel it in your chest. i want to be your addiction, your cause and cure. be there for you when you’re sad. when you’re happy. to celebrate. to cry. and just to be clear, you can take me straight with no chaser. shaken. on the rocks. take me neat. take me dirty. exxxtra dirty. i want to be your favorite beer, your feel good at the end of the day. your best friend, and the only one who understands. i want you hungover from my love. weak, and sick without me. you’ll say “this is the last time” and we’ll both know you’re lying. and they’ll think you need an intervention, but all you need is me. to give you courage. fear. love. rage. to make you feel things. i want to stain your lips, and linger when you speak. be the reason you say the things you never could. and do all the things you never would. so pour it up and throw me back, because you will never not want me.
If you were awesome enough to read after the jump, this was my original ending.
*i want to stain your lips, and linger when you speak. be the reason you say the things you never could. and do all the things you never would. Hennessy and King Cobras for the hood.
Sorry, I couldn’t figure out how to end this piece and that’s all I could come up with lol.