Bottles And Hearts

I'm over my head in things that you said
bottles and hearts litter the bed.
i'm out on the town, drowning my face.
refusing to slow, 'cause i'm loving the pace.

and i'm not holding out. i'm barely holding on
while i've got one hand down and i've got
one eye locked.

then i'm on the floor

cruising for nothing: avoiding the taste.
too much attention would all go to waste.
too into the story and not to the point.
giving no thought, 'cause it's thought i avoid.

i'm all undone.
i've found where i'm on