Last Call (Interlude)

in my city,
the bars stay open til 4 AM
It makes for real
tired people
You see the bags under their eyes
But you should see what their hearts lug around
I guess you’re here in there
All the lines in the bathroom
Reeks of cigarettes
Everyone here is looking for something
But it doesn’t matter where you find it
We can fill our nose, our lungs, and livers
With bodies, and bottles, and
We’re still winning
Over jokes and stolen kisses
Maybe it’s just me, I can only see
My reflection in these bar-lit smirks
And un-engaged conversations
lover