leaving las vegas

I'll tell you, right now... I'm in love with you. But, be that as it may, i am not here to force my twisted soul into your life.

You go back to your hotel and I'll go back to my glamorous life of being alone. The only thing I have to come home to is a bottle of mouthwash to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. I'm tired of being alone. That's what I'm tired of.

Is drinking a way of killing yourself?
Or, is killing myself a way of drinking?

Are you desirable? Are you irresistable? Maybe if you drank Bourban with me, it would help. Maybe if you kissed me and I could taste the sting in your mouth it would help. If you drank Bourbon with me naked, if you smelled of Bourbon as you f***ed me, it would help, it would increase my esteem for you. If you poured Bourbon onto your naken body and said to me "drink this." If you spread your legs and you had Bourbon dripping from your breasts and your pussy and said "drink here" then I could fall in love with you, because then I would have a purpose, to clean you up and that, thaT, would prove that I'm worth something. I'd lick you clean so that you could go away and f**k someone else!