It's an hour till closing time,
oh but I haven't spent a dime.
Spent the whole night staring at you.
Just here against the wall,
hope it might catch my fall,
the way I'm falling for you.
Falling again.
Smoke my last cigarette;
its smoke swallows me like regrets,
for the way I treated you.
Just here in my cowboy boots,
wishing for a chance to,
to get what I'll never get.
Because it's...
an hour till closing time,
and I haven't spent a dime,
just the whole night staring at you.
As you walk through that door,
I don't budge from the floor.
Though it's the last thing I want from you.
Finish my cigarette,
swallow my regrets,
You're walking out that door.
Now I know I was the fool...
About the Creator
Sam Rossi
Hi! I don’t have much to say really. My name is Sam, and I want to share my writings with everyone. I hope you all enjoy. :)
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