This place has no room for sentiment
Everyone checks their heart at the door
Leaving the best of them behind
Making Friends for the moment, rubbing elbows that have seen better days
The bartender could use a shave and a personality, but I guess it don't really matter
He's heard every story and has become numb to them
Looking around this place is picture perfect for misery that always loves company
And so they all come to lose themselves where no one really knows your name
Cheers? Yea right! Stick around the show is just getting started
In the corner sits a man having a never ending conversation alone
Toasting with an empty shot glass of yesterdays, laughing at his tomorrows
The ladies here love their makeup, overkill comes to mind, don't stare they may think it's a date
Distractions become interrupted as someone asks me for a light, a half smoked cigarette hangs from their lip
Can't say it's a face only a mother could love, scary! I kindly tell them I don't smoke and they move on
The bartender barks at me, you drinking or what?
Yea, Johnny on the rocks, distilled spirits will join my soul this night
An evening of drink and be merry.
Decompression central here I come.
Seems as of late the thirst to escape becomes just this the beaten path
Here dire straits need of a morphine drip and then some.
And so with drink in hand I take my first step escaping her once again
In the land where waking becomes the last thing you want to do
And feeling good comes at a price and the bottom of a glass beckons another please
