loud for a reason

the reason wasn't what was heard

the traffic had died down

the road congestion has moved to the bars

where a lot arrived in makeup

one is standkng with her back against the wall

one shot, an allusion passes through her sunken eyes

while he waits

on some kind of tragic dose before he moves in

and i don't know why this feeling caused me to leave

but i do know why he's lining up

distant raise, no commitment at all

i want the standard of coupling introduced to myself

a key for a companion

i need to move away

all i do is watch

i wish i could battle it or care

the rest arrive in makeup

they're assertive in a bar where no one cares

and i don't know why seeing this caused me to leave

and i don't care how

but repeating this forms my belief

one shot a day

one chance for penance

free will is calling me closer to the grave

no one saves us

we stint the appraisals