It's gonna be great, absolutely trust me
I amma take you on a date, it's only you and just me
Believe it it's fate, hope you won't combust me
Cuz you're a flaming gate, that's going to bust me

----------An Intoxicated Letter To Boston----------

When we met, we indulged in an intoxicated talk.
One single word from you against three words from me.
You seem to be used to that kind of talk.
But I seem to be used to be always sober.
It did affect me a lot, but it didn't affect you at all.
I drunk from the cup of reality
And it faded my intoxication.
Knowing that it was just a short sweet dream.
Now you are there, enjoying your time.
Now I'm here, feeling my pain
waiting to get intoxicated again