Last Call For Bar.

Last call for bar, he’s talking to the other girl.
She is you and not, doppelgänger.
He says I love you
           To whom I wonder, me or the drink

Laugh at all his jokes, fake the whole act.
Let him fall for your body just for tonight.
Follow him down the hall to your execution.
A lone noose in a room, hanging over the king’s bed.
One more shot you say; get lost with no conscience of what he’s going to do.
He lust the other chick, not your facade.
The girl you so desperately avoid to be.

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