The sound of your peaceful voice
Was like whiskey to my thirsty eyes
Daisies brushing through my lips and soul
Leaving me alive, for a clear divide
Sentiments, a delusional loop perhaps,
I asked you to recite and it hit me, like you\'re mine
I didn\'t know how many rounds did I
I was high, on something I could never buy
Your money it is or is it your sign?
How are we celebrating? I finished that night...
-Al