Under the Bar Lights

You're dressed to the nines

Suit and tie

Complete with

your Audemars Piguet

You swear that

you're what I need

Don't kid yourself baby

We both know

I'm here for the drinks

You're talking

and I'm humming

along to one of his

blacklisted love songs

in my head

You don't know the

first thing about me

Yet you're looking

into my soul like you've

known me for years

Pour your heart

in my glass

so I can force it down

with my sorrows

You're complimenting

my dress

But I'm back in a diner

with a mystery man

and we're dancing

to the tune playing

from the jukebox

The new drink in front of me

snaps me back to reality

Where I'll down

another few rounds

before I get into your car

and let you waltz me

up the stairs at

an ungodly hour

and slam the door

in your face