It's the last call--
Last chance to escape
Far away into a better world.
What ale shall I choose
Just minutes before
I stumble out the door?
What poison will I drink
To chase these dreams away
Until another gloomy day?
I look across the table
At that woman's
Quiet blue eyes,
Thinking what does it matter
When you won't remember
Any of this in the morning."Bring me reality in a shot glass,
And I'll chase it with my dreams,
That way, when it hits me--
I'll have a dream-filled reality,
And realistic dreams!"
The bartender laughs
And hands me moonshine and a gun
With this playful line:
"This is much safer for you
Than falling in love again."
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