Only . A Couple Hours .

C'mon shorty, signs of the times show
What you should know by now, stop acting like you walk around in a blindfold
Leaping off skyscrapers like death isn't certain, with your eyes closed
I applaud your lack of fear, but laugh at the irony of being the host
I've been to every event you've attended
Spit out the same hors d'oeuvres, even sipped on the same vintage
But when you were in the middle of the room shining in your diamonds
Waiting for the next fell guy to dance with, ALONE you look like you're a diamond
Rough around the edges, sure
Nothing in this world is pure, and truthfully we're never destined
You like to control the floor, I'd rather listen to the trumpet bellow it's melancholy tune
Then sit in envy as you sashay across my eyesight as I fume
Put out my cigarette, look into her eyes as if I never left
Then reminder strikes on the balcony that this is only a job within itself
Like I couldn't just light up another smoke, and let the song finish
Allow even another to pull her out of her rivets
Lament until I become another incident
Or until another devil in a blue dress finds me a tad bit interesting
Like the one outside with me trying to spark conversation
When all I'm trying to do is ruin the life of the one ninety degrees from her
All she's trying to do is spark a reason to see me adjacent
When all I'm trying to do is corrode the other
I mean...
I COULD follow the prospect home, with some cigarettes and change in my overcoat
To make everything THAT much more believable
I'm just hoping if I don't remember her name she won't get teary-eyed and try to...
Overdose .