Drunks, Lovers, Sinners, Saints and Naked Ladies

Your tongue is a rudder, it steers the whole ship, sends your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth. [...] I need you like water in my lungs. [...] Have another drink and drive yourself home, I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield. [...] You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.




Theme Six, by Max davis.