friends only.
You said, 'My life's like a bad movie,' I said, 'That's true of all us.'
let's get the fuck out of here, it's like a congregation.
from every drink's glass drips condensation.
she's got her jacket on her back.
we put our last drinks back
and hit the first red light.
no one moves; no one stands
red-lip-sticks on her drink glass
he's gone for three nights, come on
i got somewhere else to be