gimme another shot


now and then she would come
and then we'd fuck and laugh
hold her drink for a time
then tell her I was numb

I'd screw around this stinking town
inside some fishnet I would drown
and later on she'd call and come
say she hated being a clown

'course, I said shove that, she's just a lay
but down inside I wanted her soft laugh
her deep real smile, I needed her to stay
till I saw the boys; they told me go play

before long there was so much grime
those sheets began to shine of time
frozen watching, I became numb
she saw it even through the wine

poured out the glass careless when
I wanted just to drink her
silky eyes and dark and bright
no, she won't be here tonight.

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