Over thinking can ruin a great thing,
this is where you live, this is home,
all alone you try to sing,
sober minded trying to write out one poem,
all i want is a chance to dance,
that moment to even be able to ask,
cause this whiskey bottle just ain't the same,
as sharing with you, my one flask,
my task is to make the ones i love,
know how i feel, it may be tough,
but i'll fight, i'll push, i'll shove,
just to prove that you are enough,
if you're a statistic, then girl keep walking,
sweet talking can only get you so far,
the possibility of a last first kiss is stalking
my mind and making me feel like i can go far.