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
winnings 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 left is around the nostril and the eyes
And we feel all the things we forgot for the night