The World Needs Bartenders

Dear Miss Take, Miss Ill-Intent
Thank you for your interest
But the chaos you accompany is no longer of use
You're only as sick as your secrets. So set 'em loose

Looking back, it's all a blur
Feelings fade with my sunburn
So it's said, 'You're either wise, or you're in love.”
Standing in the sun, with an apple and my dog, feeling wise

The grass is brown under my heel
In this haunted town, a few moments still make the highlight reel
Fewer still as blissfully hopeful as the words: “Now Boarding”

You belong in a zoo
I would come and visit you
To study all your oddities, you won't trouble me
And for all the years, I'll rеfund those tears you spent on mе

Now I know you couldn't stand
To sit and watch me struggling
Sinking more and more each day, never giving in
Until I lay my bones in layers of sandstone, you know I can't

I may never be a rockstar
I may never be a doctor
I may never be a ghostbuster
I may never be a father
I may never be healthy
I may never be an astronaut
But I am God-damn sure I'll never be fooled again