Watch the time go by. Watch his mind go blank. Watch his face go white because he's dying to see you. Just give him one more chance. Try it all one more time. See the lights as they dance because they want to cut in on one with you. Because you're the prettiest thing that's ever walked in here and all anyone thinks is, "I want more." Hear the voices; conversations rise up around you. Watch the drinks come from all over the room. You know your eyes are see-through. It's written on your face. Nobody's even gonna try. Because you're the prettiest thing that's ever walked in here and all anyone thinks is, "I want more." On the stereo there plays a song. It won't last long. It catches one at his weakest as he bitches at the bar. And she just left. She just left him. She just left him empty. The record stops, the speaking drops, and people say they're sorry. And feelings gone or was it all along or maybe he's just getting tired. He picks up the phone, the reciever's on, and he talks into the wire. "Time's going slow and summer's going fast. Maybe it's all over and maybe it's the last. My eyes are tired of crying and my mouth is sick of talk. And nothing's getting better but my feet don't wanna walk." And he puts down his head like a parody commercial. Alcohol splashes in his skull and drowns out his inertia. He's driven home, he sits alone, thinking mean about her. He finally comes to the conclusion that he's better off without her and it's that easy.