He walks into a bar,
After a long day at work,
And across the room he sees her,
Appearing through the murk,
He turns and passes by her,
Decides that it’s no use,
He wasn’t coming here,
To hear some lame excuse,
If his life was more on track,
If he could pay his bills,
Perhaps he’d have the courage to act,
Instead he heads home,
As he gets inside the door,
He simply mutters to himself
“I’m sorry but I’m broke,
And I’m running out of hope,
I’m terrified of moving on alone.”
As she’s at the same bar,
With her friends oh so few,
It’s then that she realised,
She’d be better off with you,
But there’s not much to be done now,
She never took the chance,
And as the night begins to howl,
There has to be a change,
She's walking out the door,
Not wanting to hit the floor,
Thinking of the God she knew,
Realises he’s not there,
Frustrated she wonders,
Damn this isn’t fair,
She says to herself,
“This town broke my soul,
And I’ll never be made whole,
I hope they remember to bury me with coal.”
They walk into that bar,
Order another drink,
That’s when they stop and realise,
Life isn’t what they think,
Turning to each other,
They couldn’t stand another thing,
So they scream
“I don’t want to be alive,
If all it means is going to work,
I’ve got other things to do,
So I’ll pack my bags and move.”
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