You haunt me. I sit. Around the crowded bar,
Nameless faces are blurred from afar.
What are they looking for, I know but can't explain,
As I sit and remember, and drink away the pain.
They keep on searching, only to think
That they'll find the answer in the bottom of a drink.
You may call me a hypocrite, but it's not the same,
I've found it, you see, but it's made me insane.
To them it's a puzzle, scattered on the floor,
But to me the pieces fit, I've seen it before.
Think what you will of me, I do not care,
As you lean on the bar and start to stare.
I look at them and laugh, not one is better than me,
As I grab hold of everything I can to keep my sanity.
Tonight I'm leaving early, for trouble's always late,
I'll have to come again sometime to sit and alleviate.
