I wonder why I came here,
I don't even like this beer.
Another night another endless mindless pointless conversation.
I hope this one doesn't end with a make out session.

God please stop telling me your life story,
There has to be something more interesting, this is boring.
You smile as I roll my eyes,
but you don't notice so wrapped up in your lies.

How you want to take me home
you keep taking pictures of me with your phone.
I wonder what you will need those for
When inevitable my clothes will end up on your floor.

I could tell when you walked in this dive,
You were better off alone and alive.
But like a lamb to slaughter you walked over
Humming a tune of crimson and clover

I watched you for a few minutes come up with a plan
Then an opening some lame comment about this lame band
and how you went to school with the drummer
which turned into a conversation about joe strummer

which in turn led to talk of needles and ink
How interested you were to hear what I think
As long as it pertains to you
I wonder if somehow you maybe knew.

And after 1 drink turns into 3
I looked once in your eyes hoping to see
A recognition of something deeper
And then laughed at myself when you didn't deliver

I should have known and you should have too
But 6 drinks in what can you do
You're enchanted by something you've seen
Something that you've related to me

So now you're caught in a sticky web
And the alcohol has gone to your head
I am leading you toward the door
You seem to hesitate as we cross the floor

Maybe you need one more drink
Maybe just a minute to think
So I kiss you hard and bite your lip
And you grab me again by the hip

I know I have won this battle
I feel almost guilty thinking about cattle
They never seem to know what's about to go down
Thankfully this one doesn't live across town

I can't take one more "you're smart"
Making pick up lines into an art
You tell me what you think I want to hear
But I can feel your heart race with fear

Punk rock blasts through your speakers
I lay on your bed and watch you fumble with your sneakers
You're so anxious to be inside
and when you are you're eyes open wide.

When it's through I get dressed
as you try to convince me to stay for breakfast
I walk away without a word , it's over
Humming to myself crimson and clover.