Midnight again on a Friday
The same people come to forget
The woes of the week or maybe the month
Or a year, over peanuts and beer
And they're all talking in riddled tongues
Whispering their pains to the wall
Well, they all want to die to relax for awhile
To avoid another one of life's calls
There's a kid sitting in the booth next to me
He's choking down bourbon and coke
And he's not having fun, I don't think he's 21
But certainly old enough to smoke
He says "Man, life isn't how I planned it.
Wasting my time getting numb.
My girl's swelling up and I'm here draining my cup.
I'm disgusted with the man I've become."
Now Ryan's a man I can drink with
Though he's not a great man, you see
But he's good for a laugh or for an hour and a half
When I've got nowhere better to be
He's crying again into his drink
Sometimes I'm not sure if he's alright
Yet I can't really say that I'm not the same way
But still, it's a sorry sight
Haley's a woman I once loved
As much as I possibly could
But as things often do, we were split in two
But if I could go back, I would
I'm not really sure what she's thinking
As she takes down another shot
Is she content with how life has turned out,
Or do we share similar thoughts?
There goes Vincent talking again
With everyone who's looking down
He's been brightening lives and strengthening ties
He keeps this old bar around
He told me one day he was terrified
With the same nightmare every night
With a guilty young mind, this cheater would find
It's hard to make your conscience light
They all whisper quietly around this time
A desire of death fills the air
A lonely bar quivers at midnight
With the voices of those who don't care
They said, "Take me away from everything,
I can't bear to sit here another night.
But there's nowhere else that'll have me,
So I guess right here is alright."
Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2014