i had a dream last night
that you were someone else’s problem
and i had a feeling you might
strike a conversation up like nothing’s died
she didn’t sleep much last night
now she’s dumping the drink that i bought her in the parking lot
‘cause she drank too much wine
now i’m wasting my time
thinking ‘bout all the shit that you talk on your friends at the restaurant
‘cause it’s raining inside
while strangers dance
in the other room
posing like a saint
tell me what you’re so afraid of
and you knew right then
that i needed you
pushed me out the way
just so you could watch me break
she’s got a look in her eyes
half-closed talk slow
tight clothes and a pack of smokes
getting wasted tonight
she said i’ve wasted tonight
and i know that you’re one drink away from another man’s ride
i hear the men i trust outside
you could try to get to know her but she’s a demon
and i’m the being
i seem to be the soul she’s eating
the slow depleting
i’ll cease to be some kind of stranger
i’ll cease the anger
finally
