Three Little Glasses I Leandra

RPG Campaign Song I Testament I Leandra [Verse 1] One little glass for a terrible drink, One little laugh before I can think, One little look held half a beat long— Surely there’s nothing suspiciously wrong. Music is louder, the hour is late, Someone is gambling away their fate, I’m perfectly fine, I know what I do— So why does the room feel smaller with you? [Pre-Chorus] Maybe it’s sugar, Maybe it’s gin, Maybe the trouble Is under my skin. [Chorus] One for the laughter, two for the glow, Three for the things I don’t need to know. Raise up the glass, let somebody pour, I wasn’t planning on wanting one more. One for the music, two for the night, Three little reasons my cheeks feel too bright. Call it the drink, that explanation will do— It’s easier than saying I’m looking at you. [Verse 2] You tell me a story, I call it a lie, You look far too pleased when I ask you why. I make up a rule, you break it with grace, And somehow I notice the curve of your face. Friends disappear with their coins and their schemes, Someone plays something half out of dreams. Nothing has changed, not really, and yet I’m having much more fun than I meant. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe it’s music, Maybe the heat, Maybe the evening Pulled out my seat. [Chorus] One for the laughter, two for the glow, Three for the things I don’t need to know. Raise up the glass, let somebody pour, I wasn’t planning on wanting one more. One for the music, two for the night, Three little reasons my cheeks feel too bright. Call it the drink, that explanation will do— It’s easier than saying I’m looking at you. [Bridge] I’m not confessing, Don’t make that face. Nothing is happening, Nothing’s out of place. You’re only amusing, The night’s only sweet, And surely the absinthe Explains all this heat. Of course it does. [Final Chorus] One for the laughter, two for the glow, Three for the places this evening could go. Raise up the glass—though I’ve had enough, It tastes absolutely, spectacularly rough. One for the secret I won’t quite admit, Two for the smile that gives away a bit. Call it the drink, I’ll insist that it’s true— But maybe the trouble Has nothing to do With the glass. And everything to do with you.