In my city, the bars stay open 'til 4 AM It makes for real tired people You see the bags under their eyes But you should see what their hearts lug around I get shit here and there Over lines in the bathroom Rain-soaked cigarettes Everyone here is looking for something But it isn't here where you find it We can fill our nose, our lungs, and livers With bodies, and bottles, and [?] [?] winnings [?] here and there Over jokes and stolen kisses Maybe it's just me, I can only see My reflection in these bar-lit smirks And un-engaged conversations So dance disheveled to your car with your friend or lover Either way, I walk in there alone [?] in line They seek shelter before the sunrise When the only [person?] left is around the nostril and the eyes And we feel all the things we forgot for the night
