I've never enjoyed
The masquerade of lying about
wanting someone
You are opening your eighth beer
you look up
meet eyes with the face behind four martinis
and she rests her cowboy boot on her ankle taking her final sips and you wish you were that straw because you would give anything to
touch those lips
women do the same because
I might be one beer down with a thirty-something suggesting my **** is an ice cube
Bra-less
We drink to forget how scary it is trying to find real love in the real world
we hide behind ***** laden doors and walls washing ourselves away
Hoping someone is drowning more
you can save each other
You knew me when I was sober
When I remembered still how Us started
for me, when you leaned over your seat and asked to borrow my pen.
Your hair fell over your eyes.
You brushed it to the side, I touched your hand in passing,
then there was a long silence.
You passed my pencil back to me, a no-thanks was spoken.
Maybe I was just really good at ***
or more realistically I was great at making you laugh about the way I wasn’t.
There were men better looking,
With financially stable on their resumes
with healthy lungs and livers.
But you kept coming back to unshaven disheveled Camel and Pabst.
Maybe you like the way my taste lingered,
or always having habits to argue about.
You tell me of the other man you miss,
and that’s why
Us eventually ended for you.
cheers
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
I've never enjoyed
The masquerade of lying about
wanting someone
You are opening your eighth beer
you look up
meet eyes with the face behind four martinis
and she rests her cowboy boot on her ankle taking her final sips and you wish you were that straw because you would give anything to
touch those lips
women do the same because
I might be one beer down with a thirty-something suggesting my **** is an ice cube
Bra-less
We drink to forget how scary it is trying to find real love in the real world
we hide behind ***** laden doors and walls washing ourselves away
Hoping someone is drowning more
you can save each other
You knew me when I was sober
When I remembered still how Us started
for me, when you leaned over your seat and asked to borrow my pen.
Your hair fell over your eyes.
You brushed it to the side, I touched your hand in passing,
then there was a long silence.
You passed my pencil back to me, a no-thanks was spoken.
Maybe I was just really good at ***
or more realistically I was great at making you laugh about the way I wasn’t.
There were men better looking,
With financially stable on their resumes
with healthy lungs and livers.
But you kept coming back to unshaven disheveled Camel and Pabst.
Maybe you like the way my taste lingered,
or always having habits to argue about.
You tell me of the other man you miss,
and that’s why
Us eventually ended for you.
cheers
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