The vodka in my glass tastes a lot like l o v e in a place like this,

It drowns out a world full of clich├ęs and the sound of a guilty conscience

Shelovesmeshelovesme She. Loves. Me.

R e p l a c e d with the thudding beat of an electric guitar

But darling don't you understand?

When the world is s p i n n i n g along with my head to the sound of music on a Saturday night

You are the cyanide in my vodka

And sweetie don't you get it?

I just downed another class