And for a moment in time
I'm transported somewhere else
Perhaps

Perhaps in the place filled with smoke rings
And whiskey tilted kisses
"I think I'm still hung up on you"
He says
Like a face appearing and
Reaching through those clouds of smoke
And to hear how I'm perceived through others
It means so much.

Ain't none of it easy
As I sit atop my 8th floor throne
"I'll see you"

He says as if we'll make a date for next week
You said your best friend said he thinks we are soul mates too

I often torture myself
Into a well of gray
And normally your chatter would rub me the wrong way
But tonight on this night
I was relieved to listen.

Those bright blue eyes
The most devilish grin
I haven't forgotten
And I don't think I ever will.