tales (at bar misery)

It’s raining night at the bar Dim lights making things barely visible They seem like an intimate pair Swearing an oath that ain’t nearly plausible I’ve seen this man the other night He came in holding another hand She bursts into tears, screams so loud Better not call it a misery Don’t mind me here I’m just watching Don’t mind me here I’m just listening Don’t mind me here I’m just watching Don’t mind me here I’m just listening On their lefthand, bunch of junkies gathered for a boy’s night out They’re having a quarrel over a pretty petty issue Offensive words they come and go Sharp as a knife but couldn’t make a kill You didn’t mean it but he starts to bleed Better not call it a misery Don’t mind me here I’m just watching Don’t mind me here I’m just listening Don’t mind me here I’m just watching Don’t mind me here I’m just listening