After the bars.

Kindly hadI blamed her the rest was sure to show 

itself by the morning and i couldn't blame her.

To look at me is to proceed to die.

Don't waste your time.

The target is blurry, 

I don't know myself,

but I'm fogging the mirror

in the shower washing my hair with soap.

And how could he blame her?

There's nothing wrong

with waiting for something 

that isn't a song.

I'm catchy in the right bar,

with the right amount of drinks

you'd be mounted on my wall

and you'd never say a thing

because we'd both know

we both deserve this.