I've never enjoyed The masquerade of lying about wanting someone
You are opening your eighth beer you look up meet eyes with the face behind four martinis and she rests her cowboy boot on her ankle taking her final sips and you wish you were that straw because you would give anything to touch those lips
women do the same because I might be one beer down with a thirty-something suggesting my **** is an ice cube Bra-less
We drink to forget how scary it is trying to find real love in the real world we hide behind ***** laden doors and walls washing ourselves away Hoping someone is drowning more you can save each other
You knew me when I was sober When I remembered still how Us started
for me, when you leaned over your seat and asked to borrow my pen. Your hair fell over your eyes. You brushed it to the side, I touched your hand in passing, then there was a long silence. You passed my pencil back to me, a no-thanks was spoken.
Maybe I was just really good at ***, or more realistically I was great at making you laugh about the way I wasnβt.
There were men better looking, With financially stable on their resumes with healthy lungs and livers.
But you kept coming back to unshaven disheveled Camel and Pabst. Maybe you like the way my taste lingered, or always having habits to argue about.
You tell me of the other man you miss, and thatβs why Us eventually ended for you. cheers