Two a.m.
A knock at my door.
Answering it,
As I’d done,
Too many times before.

The cab waiting out on the road.
Your eyes low,
The railing supports your body,
You slur my name,
And I already know.

We’ll just be strangers,
In the morning.
Go through it all,
over again.

But still I let you in,
Put some sheets, a blanket, and pillow,
On the couch,
Thinking that’s where you’ll sleep,
But I know you won’t.

I’ll lay awake,
And wait for you to show,
Wrap your arms around me,
Smell the alcohol on your breath,
And I already know.

We’ll just be strangers,
In the morning.
Go through it all,
Over again.

You’ll leave like you hadn’t even came,
I already know,
Because it’s always the same.

I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone,
Just your whiskey scent,
Will be lingering on.

We’ll just be strangers,
In the morning.