"The past always comes back to haunt you.
I thought you had that figured out, I thought you were smarter than that"
then he punched me in the arm
and ordered another round
"You have these moments when you can make all of us laugh,
we know there is a great person in there. You just need to pull out of this."
I downed my tequila, chased it with a swig of Coke and shrugged
"I think you like the abuse, or the torment, or whatever it is.."
he said and punched me in the arm once more
I shrugged again
"Every time you read some girl practically throws herself at you
and you just ignore it. She isn't coming back to you and you know it."
I shrugged one last time
he was right of course
we paid the tab and slipped out the door
walked three blocks
through another door
straight to the microphone
where my drunk ass
spilled my soul to a room full of moon eyed hipsters
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