you said you don’t want me anymore.
and you left me.. standing on the corner crying.
feeling like a fool for trying.
i don’t even remember why ive wasted all the tears on you.
i wish i could erase our memory because you didn’t give a damn about me.
living in a town where you know everyone, their kids, their kids kids, their stories, their drink, their problems.. but no one truly knows you, is a very much alone feeling. bartending kinda sucks.