I'm not sure why I come here,
to drink all these doubles
on a maxed out credit card.
Smile at the bartender,
and all the pretty girls,
that never smile back at me.

Sleeping alone was better
when it felt like I had a choice.

All this place does
is remind me of who I was.
All full of swagger
and all full of lust.
Smoking on a cigarette,
back when
that sort of thing was new.

I walk a little different now,
more of a gimp than a strut,
at some point along the way I guess
my wounded prided started to spread.

around two the ugly ones grab me to dance,
"I guess he'll do"
I'd love to care and listen,
but, damnit, I'm too broke to pay attention.
Last edited by bluesybilly at Nov 18, 2013,