Lovesick and a little lost

lovesick and a little lost

When that whiskey tastes like hope on a daydream

i find myself roaming the streets of my mind

memories

of all the lips that tasted so sweet

the moments I recall still having a heart that beats.

They say don't get lost

but I'd have to disagree.

Picking up the breadcrumbs of my Soul in every person I meet.

Love I find in missing corners of an empty street.

It's funny the way love feels different in every moment and every beat.

lovesick and a little lost

never did damage on me.

or maybe its a damage I need.

They say don't get lost,

but I'd have to disagree.