I still find it unbelievable,
That I was out with Liam,
Having one of the best conversations we have ever had,
But I had to spoil it by a behaviour,
Which she terms as an 'underperformance'.

This is one of those days --
Drinking a vodka at 0616 in the morning,
Hoping to write a beautifully melancholic song,
Or deeply expressive poetry,
But instead find oneself at a loss of words.

Alcohol and words are not in direct proportion.
It doesn't take a mathematics genius to know that.

So I took the advice,
To not say a word.