staring through mine.
You know you’re not
going to be lonely tonight.
Got someone at home waiting for you
to lay your body next to hers.
You got my thinking numbed--
hanging on to every word
that slips out between your lips
from the bottle,
from a whiskey tainted kiss.
Lying eyes know I’m lonely tonight.
You’ll tell me everything about yourself
with twinkling eyes, except the girl
who’s loved you right for a long time.
Because you’re looking for something
lick their lips at mine.
don’t ever get lonely
in the night.