I'm not her, but for tonight I guess it doesn't matter. I wore this last time too. We went looking for the same room on the first floor of this club a few months ago too. I can still hear you saying that you loved the single life and I agreed with this wholeheartedly as you clink your beer bottle to mine and you clink your bottle to the table to those who can no longer cheers, and we toast to being unattached without responsibilities. It's bottoms up. A few months later, still the same club, and I can still hear you saying so what if you were on my mind - were you the only one I thought about?
Tonight, it's this room again, the alcohol's loosened your tongue and your heart as you let your secrets and feelings come from every pore, from every direction possible. I feel a little bit trapped because none of this is anything I want to hear but I sit and listen anyway, as you tell me about your regrets and your wishful thinking - we would have been good together.
But you chose her; the world will keep turning, and life will go on.
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