Take one shot of vodka and your throat is numb.
Two, then it’s your legs.
Three, and you can’t feel the world.
But one shot of you and my mouth knows no other name.
Two, and my knees are weak.
Three, and you’re the only thing in the world.
Four, and I can’t stop.
Five, and now I’m an alcoholic.
You feel like liquor and my body is overtaken by you.
Now I sit in imaginary bars ordering tall glasses of you every time I’ve downed the last.
I’m intoxicated by your love, and I swear I’m never going to be sober again.
Drunk (via unforcedminds)