Last Call

In my city, the bars stay open 'til 4 AM

It makes for real tired people

You see the bags under their eyes

But you should see what their hearts lug around

I get shit here and there

Over lines in the bathroom

Rain-soaked cigarettes

Everyone here is looking for something

But it isn't here where you find it

We can fill our nose, our lungs and livers

With bodies and bottles, and [?]

We're still winning

I see here and there

Over jokes and stolen kisses

Maybe it's just me, I can only see

My reflection in these bar-lit smirks

And un-engaged conversations

So dance disheveled to your car with your friend or lover

Either way, I walk in there alone

[?] in line

They seek shelter before the sunrise

When the only curtain left is around the nostril and the eyes

And we feel all the things we forgot for the night