151

That shot of 151

must’ve really done you in.

Cause you’re looking at me

that way again.

Like the time we danced.

I should’ve known

that ping pong ball

wouldn't go into that solo cup.

You were too far away.

It was a silly bet

and then our shirts were lost.

The others disappeared

and we danced in unison.

 Skin touching skin,

your fingers wrapped

tightly in my hair. 

Well until you spun

Me around like a hurricane.

Sorry I puked.

But then you held me

until the others arrived.

You’re looking at me

that way again.

Like the night after the bar.

You invited me to your room

to listen to Sum 41.

We jammed out

in that empty town house,

inching closer,

your hand on my knee. 

Then you looked at me

that way again.

We kissed

and intensity flared.

 You weren't there

when I woke up.

Man, you’re looking at me

that way again.

That shot of 151

must’ve really done you in.