Wednesday, April 30, 2008

o' rourke's 1:20 am



it's different when you're helpless
when the bars close their doors
growin' hostile towards your waitress
those extra tips went north

it's different 'cause your desperate
beggin mercy on the sidewalk
to a sea of last callers
keep the conversations quick and
keep 'em interested

you're different and they sense it
your eyes can't disguise it
so glassy, half empty
ready to spill...

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