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Mess - The Parlor Soldiers
He was sitting with a cigarette trying to get a light
He was flirting with the waitress like he does it all the time
He was telling her that anarchy's a personal decision and he's right
He was drumming all his fingers on his dirty levis jeans
He had a little extra energy for shuffling his feet
He didn't see me in the shadows
But he was almost sitting close enough to reach
I can't stand it any longer I pretend that someone's calling
I get up and walk right by him but he doesn't seem to notice me
I'm looking at my phone I didn't see you till I ran into your beer
That'll get me noticed oh yes they'll all notice what a mess I am
And feel a little sorry and a little bit embarrassed
I'll be running hoping that my wet white T-shirt
Doesn't expose my broken heart
But you got to go back oh yes I got to pay the tab
Oh no and remember how I left my bag and jacket
And my phone's dead all wet I can't call for help
This is bad and so sad
So I walk into the bathroom where I try to recompose
Could I be a little tipsy soaking beer up through my clothes
I smell like a distillery I'd really like to leave but oh no oh no
So I gather all my wits I walk back into the bar
There's a man there with a mop who I'm trying to ignore
I'm looking straight ahead I slip in my own puddle
And I'm crashing to the floor
That'll get me noticed oh yes
They'll all notice what a mess I am
And feel a little sorry and a little bit embarrassed
I'll be crawling hoping that my wet white T- shirt
Doesn't expose my broken heart
So I get my jacket and my bag pay the godforsaken tab
And walk with all due haste to the door
I didn't know you were behind me but you tapped me on the shoulder
And said honey be careful driving home
You must have a weird sense of humor you must watch romantic comedies
I must have had a slight concussion because I find myself handing you my keys
