Whiskey Weasel: the local watering hole for lost people

The bar scene makes me cringe

Now more than ever

Since I have a boyfriend

And feel no need to go there

But I guess it always did

Since that time, in a faraway land

I overheard this conversation:

“My mother got sick.

Then she died. It happened

So quick. I didn’t make it home in time.”

He was on his fifth drink

By the time I decided

To buy my own plane ticket

If the girl I fell in love with

Wouldve kept me

I wouldve stayed

But she couldn’t.

Which is why I went out drinking.

This isn’t easy. What am I trying to say?

What I’m trying to say is…
If you want to go to a faraway city

That’s ok.

As long as you keep close to me

Ill stay-

That’ll be my scene.

What I’m trying to say is

You feel like home to me.

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