E~

Sitting here
 In the bar again.
 I'm counting your time
 And drinking my gin
 And thinking: The kind of trouble you're in is not —
 It's not easily solved.
 But I'm looking good to you again,
 So, we'll see
 What kind of savior I turn out to be.
 When it's all said and done
 There's a bottom of the glass...
 This place has got to close soon
 And when it does —
 Call the colors muted
 And the smiles —
 Slipping in and out,
 Sincere as the smoke.
 Tell me your troubles once more
 Just tell me like only you can.
 I will take notes.
 I will bend the truth,
 I will rearrange the facts,
 I will mend the spaces to suit us both and never think to ask
 Why you want me.
 Well, maybe.
 Just once.
 In a haze of romantic notions:
 Foolishly, I sip the potion you handed me
 — Grey magic number 5
 It slew the brave
 And left the rest alive
 Why do you want me?
 Again, and like this?
 A gin-soaked first kiss
 And a disillusionment that will hit hard in the morning.
 There's a bottom of the glass...
 This place has got to close soon.
 And when it does —
 You'll be the last
 (You'll be the last)
 Just.
 After.
 Me.