Again.

How easy I knew;

How easy, a way to know that would end what it is comfortable.

Imagine.

The moment I set eyes on her how would have ended.

The moment you went to your dream, to sleep. 

As you were to sleep I thought I was in a dream.

But I wasn't. 

I was never asleep.

Drunk.

So I spilled again the liquor,

as I spilled the words to you,

I drank it, as I did with these,

Feelings.

I overflowed with them,

became drunk again as my head couldn't take.

Oh, I did it again. I told you what I don't want to face.

Sober.