Regrets At Some Bar
Not that I was looking for some love that will last.
Just say that you were with me like Clouds as they pass.
I'll go to the Barber and you the Beautician.
We're a Hit that was hit like a head-on collision.
The good times with me and the sex we had too. . .
She noticed me less than her sock or your shoe.
Now I'm here alone. The last lightning hit.
She's passed through, is gone. As I swallow my glass.
As I sit on my Throne and think what to do.
When the next one sets down or passes nearby,
I'll think of her more and be less of a fool.
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