Stale beer and cheap cigarettes.
She tilted the long neck bottle up,
And swallowed another death wish.
She said under her breath,
"This one's for you."

The guy across the fire smiled at her.
His hands touched her softly,
But it reminded her of you.
Another swig of beer.
Tonight was her breaking point,
And you were gone.

It wasn't making love,
they were ******* on a torn couch.
He wouldn't remember her name in the morning,
But she didn't know her name that night.

The sad part is standing back and watching.
I know she isn't like this.
You started this,
All by telling her "I don't know."