She drank the whiskey,
I chose the water;
yet I still got tipsy
staring at the girl with an absent father.
No liquor have I ever
drank to feel this way
and it may not last forever,
for I’m just another prey.
“It’s time for y’all to leave,"
the bartender loudly screamed.
The bar will close at 3.
It’s time to stop this dream.
No words that I could speak
to the greatest of all thieves,
for stealing all the self-worth
that any man deserves to keep.