When you’re sober
When you’re sober There’s a lane where you’ll sleep Dying through solitude and words beneath Ya left the club at 12 quarter And also last sip attracted to your lip You come to my closet in blue And ask me to strip for you Better known that I’ll be helped out Forced to lose out, realizing you’re sober Trying to make love, through vodka and a girl But gotta have there memory Going through my sensory Says you that am claimed For ya self, forever jailed You cried that you hate me Yet today making me see When you’re sober and saying That you love me, thinking you’re playing I wish you’re up with what you say Dream that I saw on our first day Hope I’ll get my way to my to your throne And make me love with your sober’s thorn