She was a star in a bar to much acclaim
In her embrace, glass in hand, there was no shame
We'll have a drink or maybe ten
And at the dawn we start over again, day after day
Pouring liquor's like burning books
Sat in the corner huddled like crooks
I'll get a round, you'll do your lips
Then back home tiptoeing around some zombie apocalypse
It's never been healthy but it's gone too fast
You'll depart like some pale iconoclast
Scenes from some dog-eared memoirs
As we orbit each other for all time in a universe of words