he says low

pouring another shot

tipping that back

i’d like to say the sorries

but i know if i did she’d take it & run

tell everyone

the loser said sorry

& i’m not up for any of that

so you’re sorry i try

but don’t want the consequences

in the saying?

yeah yeah point the finger

he says laughing

with menace underneath

you’re saying you ain’t

got some black?

she has her own apologies

she’s never going to say

tell me the world about

so maybe just let the cards lay

accept we’re kindred souls

fallible fuck ups?

i’m nodding along

whether for the easy life

or the just can’t be bothered

he’s getting slow on pouring

& i’m going to need some

strong listening juice for this

coming long night