I saw you today mingling and chatting up
Girls while I cleaned glasses behind the bar
All blond hair and half smile and laughing eyes
And a part of me wanted to
Take your words apart and mold them into
corks for my white-wine bottles so that if
Some pretentious soul sighed “the pinot please”
Then the ***** in my hands could pierce through
All your lies and insincerity but
there were too many people between us
And I guess you never meant much to me
Anyways