I stumble over you to get to know you because I think you'll tolerate me more when I am drunk. I confess endless amounts of love to you with the clink of a half empty glass because I think you'll find my wine stained lips to be much truer than my sober ones. I order another cocktail just to get your attention, and when I've got both, I drink em right up. I swirl the ice in the shallow of my glass to keep your eyes fixated on my, like toying with a cat with a laser pointer. I hiccup with anticipation, for another sip of you or this or that could make me absolutely wasted. I am an alcoholic for your love. My sponsor doesn't find this to be true.