Bass Drum

MY HEAD IS POUNDING LIKE A FOURTH BASS DRUM IN A MARCHING BAND BUT I AM AS EMPTY AS THE BUSTED ONE IN THE CORNER MY MOUTH IS AS DRY AS ARIZONA EVEN THOUGH I SWALLOW THIS ALCOHOL LIKE WATER BUT ALL I CAN TASTE IS HER CHERRY LIP GLOSS FROM WHEN I KISSED YOU FOR THE LAST TIME.