Tell me about all your poor choices

I carry tequila shots from the bar 
(you refused to join me) 
I don’t want to spill them but  
I don’t want to move with too much caution because we’re 
Meant to move fast and 
Free. 
 
In a few hours your sweet-sour liquor will 
Stain my fingers anyway 
(we’re already giddy with regret) 
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