Sitting here
In the bar again, I'm counting your time
And drinking my gin
And thinking the kind
Of trouble you're in is not
It's not easily solved, but I'm
Looking good to you again
So, we'll see
What kind of savior
I turn out to be, when it's all
Said and done, there's a bottom of the glass
This place has got to close soon
And when it does
Call the colors muted
And the smiles slipping in and out
Sincere as the smoke
Tell me your troubles once more, just
Tell me like only you can, I will take notes
I will bend the truth
I will rearrange the facts
I will mend the spaces
To suit us both and never think to ask
Why you want me
Well, maybe just once
Blowing bubbles in my drink
In a haze of romantic notions, foolishly
I sip the potion you handed me
Grey magic number 5, it slew the brave, left the rest alive
Why do you want me?
Again, and like this? A gin-soaked first kiss
And a disillusionment
That'll hit hard in the morning
There's a bottom of the glass, this place
Has got to close, and when it does
Out of all those who'll leave
You'll be the last (You'll be the last)
Just after me