I wrote a poem about an angel while drinking champagne
On days like these I really think I'm already going insane
Now I lie on my bed in a cloud of pretty expensive perfume
And my headphones are playing a little crazy new tune
There's still a sweet taste from the bubbly lingering on my lips
And I feel a warm fuzzy feeling from my toes to my fingertips
Some weird thoughts run across my crazy little mind
Just to think how many people act like they're blind
The champagne has hit my head I now can clearly realize
I know I should try to sleep but I can't close my little eyes
I've been down so so long but right now I'm feeling pretty high
I can almost hear my little mother in the background sigh
Trying to write a poem is actually pretty easy little thing
When you're drunk, and feel that you have little wings
Well, I guess I'm not that perfect little daughter after all
Now I just need someone who'll stop me from writing on the wall...
Triin Kann
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crazy-little-poem-about-my-midsummer-eve/
