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