We met at a bar called Crossroads, just myself and I.
We didn't like each other much, yet we decided to buy.
Two glasses of whisky please, don't forget the paradox.
Which like our drinks, leaves us on the rocks.

The saloon doors swing slightly, only to reveal.
Memories of before, when we could both feel.
Two more whiskies please, and don't forget the paradox.
Which like our drinks, leaves us on the rocks.

The hour is now late and I like you even less.
Well you're an incoherent, introspective mess.
Two more whiskies please, and this'll be our last.
Let's share a toast, a toast to our past.

Two fire exits alight, we've a decision to make.
I can't see beyond the doors, this twisted sweepstake.
Crossroads is now closing, only open for tonight.
We left together bloodied, choosing the future in our own right.