Pour Decisions (Patron Problems pt. 2)

And here we are yet again, lips to the rim of a cup full of liquid sin.

I knew it wouldn't be our last time the last time, but it seems to be working out imperfectly fine.

I can't tell if I'm genuinely over you because as much as I want it to be over, I can't help but to lick my lips after every single sip.

Is it the first sip or the last one that you enjoy the most? If it's the first, then I'd like to propose a toast.

Attention! Attention! Everybody, please listen. I would like to make a toast to this drink at hand. It was never meant for me nor ever part of my plan. We just hit it off and continued to kick it. Even with a salted rim, I continued to lick it. What do we do now? Where do we go next? I'll think about it all night but anywhere with you will be best. We've had so many ups and down yet you never let me fall, so I'll be down for you until they make a "Last Call for Alcohol." Steady on my feet, focused on a win. When the lights come on, that's when our night will begin. Are you coming with me or am I going with you? I'm ready to show you all the things that you encourage me to do. Let me wind this on down and let it come to a halt because I'll soon be slurring my words and It will all be your fault.

Although overbearingly strong, You made it crystal clear what you came here to do. Now that I'm at the end, It makes you that much easier for me to consume.

Even when you're deeply diluted and watered down, its still not enough reason to not want you around.

Is it my tolerance that keeps me in line or the fact that I'm willing to let you take control that makes it seem fine?

Steadily getting closer with every taste, I know I should pour you out, but I've never been the type to waste.

Of course, I sometimes fight you, maybe even dislike you, but I'm still scared to find out if you leave, what I might do.

We go back and forth until I'm sober, but I keep pouring up because the separation feels worse than the actual hangover.

I'd much rather we get reacquainted than to try something new. I doubt they'd be able to handle me or have the same effect as you do.

I've come to terms with the fact that at some point we'll have to part ways and let THIS thing discontinue. But until that day comes, I'll keep ordering you as long as you're on my menu.

Respect my pour decisions.