My Bar
You almost knew what you were doing
You were in my bar
The way they had to you blind
Then keep you out of mind
That was who I was
Eyelids tell the x rated story to blank friends and hires
The only thing we have now is common ground whether we admit that or not
I wasn't alone there in my vomit yet the sooner they could feel it, the pulse had to wait for my name and its jester like curse
One day I held on to the drink
Your pale with hell to share in the next drunk circle jerk yet I wish the
Very well in parrelel to you
That a fume will sit for you and hear the darkest bell of turnarounds
I know where you were
The spelling of first
I know where you were
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