Moderation

Moderation is a complication

I’d rather do things in full

Or not even at all

I don’t trip, I stumble

I’m a roar, not a rumble

I don’t sip, I chug

Until my head pounds

I don’t like, I love

Addicted to the sound

Of your voice in my ears

That could last me all year

I could kiss until my lips turn blue

And cry til I can’t remember you

But all I ask is that you stay away

If you plan on loving me halfway

 

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