I seen you at the bus stop with a faraway look in your dark glasses. I seen you give the same non-expression to every guy that passes. I regret I don’t have one more life to give to you, or was it live for me, do I even care? Before I can decide you’ve disappeared behind hydraulic hiss as it rolls on leaving me unaware.
It’s written on the bathroom wall, if you do nothing, do it well. I think it’s in my handwriting, but I can’t really tell. So fill your glass and then fill mine, it’s just ten minutes till closing time. And if the last sip makes you feel sick, then you know you did it right.