1.

I still hate packed
bars and I
still just want to
drink in the quiet back
room of Miami.

2.

and I'm no longer
sitting at the bar
drunk and sad
waiting for a
girl to come up to me

I'm actually just
sitting at the bar
drunk and sad.

3.

and with my elbows in the
bar rail I feel the
same familiar
loneliness I felt when I was
twenty
and started
wondering if something
was wrong with
me.