A drunk sits at the bar being bugged by the drunk sitting at the bar. |
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. |