One thousand blank pages, a bottle of champagne, and a pen
I measure my glass with thoughts of you
The cup overflows and I could never take enough sips to swallow it all
I trip and I fall forever
The floor below is covered in white
Blank pages of the words in my heart
Should I write one thousand letters?
A collection of useless emotions I throw up in ink
I’d rather sink in the bubbles of my drink,
Than think about the possibility of an unspoken goodbye
Tonight I’ll drown in my mind losing time
with one thousand blank pages, a bottle of champagne, and a pen.