Bar Mirror

Walking
Moving down the dark hall
Fingertips and dry wall
Cigarettes and sour
Long day
Wasn’t such a long day
Still I need a scene change
At this ungodly hour

I’ll be right here
Drinking two for ones of this expired beer
Smiling at the devil in the bar mirror
Trying to make some sense of it all
And it’s all fine
Everything will happen in it’s own time
If I had a soul I would have sold mine
A long time ago

Slow down
I can’t seem to slow down
Long enough to have a hometown
Not what I meant
Just how it sounds
So call it a holiday
Break from the promenade
Lose this whole ghost parade
See we don’t fit in
So we just hang out

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