Tequila Mockingbird

Do you really expect for me to ask you for a dance
when you've got fire in your hands?
You've got fire in your hands.
I would like nothing more than to get closer but I can't
cause you've got fire in your hands.

You're scary, I cannot speak,
but wine will do it for me.
Should it say more than it should,
please don't put the blame on me.

Editing sober what I wrote while drunk
makes me want to cut off my tongue.

Drunk, I forget it's not good
to bring up literature.
You've only read one whole book
and you hate Holden Caulfield, well I guess you'll hate me too.

Come Sunday, there will be sand in my mouth,
and a strong urge for writing but nothing about.
I think I can take two more Sundays but then
I'm taking the Hemingway out.



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Writer(s): Eugenio Mariano Granja Davila
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