Ripped vinyl chairs with dull chrome legs
Black ash in little piles off ashtrays
The band on stage seems really bored
Anticipation hangs in smoky air
She can feel his silent stare
Torn fliers taped to the bathroom wall
He's not feeling those drinks at all
Why isn't she coming back?
Confusion hangs in smoky air
He can feel her hateful stare
Guitar feedback rings through the haze
Cheap wine buzz floods her head
Crowds make her feel like she can't stay
Desperation hangs in smoky air
She can feel his lonely stare
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