That lonely bar after hours
By : Jimmy Ripp
Sometimes I hate that feeling in this bar after hours
It makes me want to rush home just to jump in the shower
The last beer is dumped and the final shot of whiskey is gulped down
Like a fish breathing water it mimics this sound
The last person is gone in a metaphorical and literal sense
As i squeezed out my bar towel and soak it with a good rinse
The music once echoed like off of a canyon of walls.
The bouncer removed a couple during doing dirt in the stalls.
I'm surrounded by drench soaked counters and floors.
But I guess it's better than a room full of drunks and loose whores.
The mess created as if Mother Nature had unleashed her fury.
Damn a credit card I forgot to close that tab in a hurry
I estimate my work will have me here past 3 a.m.
I tell the rest to go since I have no choice I'm staying
It's what I'm accustomed to it's just like my life story
However these empty bars ain't much different than empty beds when you're lonely.
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