Been coming to this lonely space
at end of every dragged-on day
searching for your sharp face
A place
where blunt blondes give away their aces
to the first bro-capped scrap of scruff-and-meat they meet
I drink with them just to get some sleep
Hope to see you
in their glazed eyes
gleam and glitter behind
some whisky-washed disguise
A piece of Gold I must behold again
trying to find my treasure, baby
y o u
swimming somewhere in the dark depths
of those shallow souls
Press my body up
Try to feel you hard
against the bar
where once we learned just how far
the other'd go
to ease the painful slow
of forlorn nights
we were knit-tight then
each-the-others safety pin
Now
its these neon lights that keep me safe
illuminate you back to life
these neon signs, baby, make me cry
used to preach
"Love Not War"
but these neon signs
these neon signs
they don't lie anymore
Though I try
I'll never find you here
only stale cigarettes and beer
your lingering scent
keeps me near
holds my early aces dear to you
It's your withheld spades I still fear
still feel their spears pierce
my open, helping heart
should have folded at our start
Oh, how I hoped to find you, baby
s o m e w (h e r e)
Bartender! another beer
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
Been coming to this lonely space
at end of every dragged-on day
searching for your sharp face
A place
where blunt blondes give away their aces
to the first bro-capped scrap of scruff-and-meat they meet
I drink with them just to get some sleep
Hope to see you
in their glazed eyes
gleam and glitter behind
some whisky-washed disguise
A piece of Gold I must behold again
trying to find my treasure, baby
y o u
swimming somewhere in the dark depths
of those shallow souls
Press my body up
Try to feel you hard
against the bar
where once we learned just how far
the other'd go
to ease the painful slow
of forlorn nights
we were knit-tight then
each-the-others safety pin
Now
its these neon lights that keep me safe
illuminate you back to life
these neon signs, baby, make me cry
used to preach
"Love Not War"
but these neon signs
these neon signs
they don't lie anymore
Though I try
I'll never find you here
only stale cigarettes and beer
your lingering scent
keeps me near
holds my early aces dear to you
It's your withheld spades I still fear
still feel their spears pierce
my open, helping heart
should have folded at our start
Oh, how I hoped to find you, baby
s o m e w (h e r e)
Bartender! another beer