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.