Four Lads Stacked In A Trench Coat

A Hard Day's Night Is Often Lonely

The routine remains unchanged.
Workin' all the live long day,
then off to the same bars
with the crew, hoping
we'll cross paths before last call.
I know I probably should text you,
but that was hours ago and
maybe I'm not in the best
of conditions at the moment.
Besides, I don't want you
to think I think you're
only worthy of my time
after dark. Another missed
opportunity at something
more substantial. Still,
I can't get that first night
off my mind. It plays
in a movie behind my forehead
as slowly burning, just like
the liquor goes down
and the tab goes up.
Instead, I'll lazily flirt,
halfheartedly, with
nary a backup plan
'til I carry myself home.
And I'll do it again
tomorrow, and the next day,
and the one after that.
Work, rinse, repeat.
Ya know, I'll feel alright,
even if it's not you
walking through my door.
Or anyone else, for that matter.