Life

Sometimes I see my life like
the dregs of a glass after a party.
Was it good or was it lame,
How can I tell and how can I turn it around?
You found another girl and
got off with her in the bathroom,
I'm stuck here with the geezer
who is trying to impress.

If I drink enough, maybe I'll
do something to be remembered.
If I drink enough, maybe I'll
forget this night altogether.
I look at the dregs at the bottom
of this glass, as if it is my life.
I don't like what I see.

So I'll fill it up again and try again,
hoping for a better ending next time.
Baby, with you, I dance in the dark,
learning new steps all the way.
Without you I fall apart.

Shinemyrtle