Down at the end of the bar
in the shadows
away from the action
away from the noise
away from the stares
and the lying smiles
and the probing questions
and away from the moments.....

There is no good in going back there
where the thoughts are waiting
to blindside you
to hurt you
to make you cry inside
to make you cry inside.....

Out there
out there are the lies
and over there are the hopes
and back there
behind the dumpsters
are the dreams
and down that alley
are the remnants of all of those
once perfumed thoughts
that reek now of death.....

They didn't make it
and they never will come true
but you never really believed they would
and you just went through the motions
because everyone expected you to at least try
even though you knew it was a waste of time
so you sat down
down at the end of the bar
away from all of that
and you drank yourself to warmth.....

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