Same Time, Same Place, Next Week

I'm still a sentimental romantic
Prone to falling for the wrong girl
Always awaiting the day when
She will come knocking on my door

I don't need any one-night-stands
There's only a shallow reprieve
Kicking around the same sadness
I have now outgrown

You hand me the bottle and I'll keep drinking
Somehow, even intoxicated I am still sinking
I took some time to lay on the grass, thinking
Same Time, Same Place, Next Week

She's laughing and I am smiling
Her friend looks at me with suspicion
I mean no harm though I've had too much
My head is spinning and she's leaning in to kiss me

All my friends are cheering at me
I wave them away with a flick of the wrist
Her friends have suddenly departed
I can hear their voices flood my head

You hand me the bottle and I'll keep drinking
Somehow even intoxicated I am still sinking
I took some time to lay on the grass, thinking
Same Time, Same Place, Next Week

It's getting late and she has to leave
She didn't even tell me her name
Though she remembers mine
Maybe it slipped my mind

The End

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