i was walking down to a bar on a thursday night
alone as i liked to be, with an empty stomach and a tight flask.
on the way i ran into someone i used to know
with deep blue eyes, and a smell of home.
i said hello, but no hello in return
maybe a glance where memories burn
maybe my voice was not firm from the cold
we were after all only two years old.
but later that night after a shot and beer
i was fighting back fear, with a thought
that there was a girl out there
i wanted to hold, but i said i won't
and so i won't, and so i won't