Beads of water
drip down the sides of my glass
in the heat
gripping the room.
Ice cubes rattle
to the vibrating drum beat
until they melt,
becoming one
with whatever I’m drinking tonight.
Whatever I’ve chosen
to make me forget
what I am.
~Drake
What would you drink to make you forget?
drip down the sides of my glass
in the heat
gripping the room.
Ice cubes rattle
to the vibrating drum beat
until they melt,
becoming one
with whatever I’m drinking tonight.
Whatever I’ve chosen
to make me forget
what I am.
~Drake
What would you drink to make you forget?