When I drink, I always think About the loneliness in all of us Cradles to graves, just to say It's just a trick that cuts the prattle to the quick Rattle of bones, found below This drone of gray, fits the sky in Midwestern ways Rustbelt sunset, Zephyr eyes Her ruddy hand rested on my quivering thighs When you slow danced Across from me, you whispered Real close, "I know what you want and What you want to see" When I drink, I always think About the wanderlust in all of us I brushed my lips along her hips Stolen Kisses played to our hits and our misses "You think about death too much Cut to the chase and feel my lonely touch" Rustbelt sunrise, Davis to Vine Her neck tasted like the beach in late July Hey sexy barkeep don't send me away I've been here all day You'll hope and pray and one day you'll say "I remember his laugh, a flack on Prozac" We kissed and said goodbye outside the station She wore pajamas and tortoise shell Warby Parker's Never a light so dim as ours