She said fuck christmas we'll drink patron- I said fuck that I'll drink alone- sit a top that bluff by the highway- the one where I broke my wrist- down this bottle one swig at a time- and tell no one about my christmas wish- I want fire and passion- poetry and prose- I want an exchange of song lyrics and matching tattoos- I want endless conversations that burrough right through the night- I want laughter- I want pain- I want that promise of eternity and I want it now- I want it now- I want it now- say it three times and its no where closer to the truth- this bottle- this boy- both empty and guzzled quick- who will hold me when the sun breaks...