Drunken chatter

What’s this guy on about?
He’s mumbling and stumbling
He came over an hour ago
He aint left since

What’s this guy on about?
He keeps hitting the floor
He’s had too much to drink
He won’t leave me alone
I guess im his place to go

He keeps talking about some past lover
Years ago he said
She left him for a sailor
But there aint a port for miles

What’s this guy on about?
His word have bonded into one
He keeps singing this strange tune
It makes me wanna cry
And it makes me wanna laugh at the same time

What’s this guy on about?
I keep saying I gotta go
But he buys me another drink
I can’t pass, this guy is all on his own
Did he come alone?
Will he leave alone, I think he won’t.

I’m sure I know this guy
I’m sure ive heard his accent before
Those clothes are like the ones I once wore
His breath stinks of a days drinking as he leans towards me.

My heads beginning to swim with his dialogue
Confusion sets in with the alcohol
Where’d he go?
As he found another to bother?
Will I see his tired face again?

I know I will at some point
For as much as I would hate to
I’ve gotta look in that mirror again.