Last Call

Last call

Down to my last 6 bucks

Got a tear in my pantyhose too

Nobody’s buying

Not tonight

Not anymore

There he is

At the end of the bar

Somewhere between

“I guess so” and “Can’t do another night alone”

Not much time for indecision

Lights will be coming on soon

All the songs are the same here

Night after night

They bleed into years

A fixture, they call me

I remember a time when they lit up to see me

Men stood from their seats when I walked

Into the room

Their boy-like eyes, glued to my ass as I danced away

But here I sit tap, tap, tapping my nails along this weathered bar

Keeping with a time only I know

A song only I sing anymore

Is the glass half empty or half full?

Who gives a fuck about the glass, when you’re living in the bottle?

All the boys and girls - gone and flown away

Left a sad old maid perched on a barstool

Lips painted red

And nails to match

Tapping away

A familiar fixture until someone yells

Last call