Late Night Romance

The smell of old bleach and a boozy hard floor
If life is a sickness then this place is the cure
Soft tunes on the machine with lights dancing in fun
We’re drinking, we’re drinking, And we’ll drink ‘till we’re done

I’m drunk to the hilt, my world’s in a sway

Catching your hair the wine makes me brave

Hoping to talk, even a touch or a kiss

Hoping to fine some love in all this

Your eyes are soft brown and the curve of your cheek

the line of your smile as you look at your drink

you don’t notice me, though I’m trying to be seen

you won’t notice a stumbling drunk has-been.

And a fella comes at me,  his eyes red from the smoke

He can’t barely stand and he thinks it a joke

pushing me over,  I’m down on the floor

with you looking at me, and him wanting more.

And I’d have promised you things that would have never transpired

Your eyes say it all - a drunk and a liar

We could have swayed with the song, wine making us strong

With cold morning light all my promises long gone