In walks little ole me.
Then the two girls talking ****,
In the corner,
With their stares burning my skin.
Then the *******,
They've had too much to drink,
Loud.
Now I can't hear my favorite song.
The one the bartender decided to play,
Because at one point,
It was just the two of us.
It was perfect,
But nothing is forever.
No, perfection isn't us.
Its not out style.