slow drag of a soothing cigarette
the suave jazz of 1 A.M.
she loved me, and wouldn't tell me
all the boys were crazy for her
and i saw it
i saw her every now and again
after sets, i dropped down behind the stage
left my drink on the piano
stepped in the back ally way
you were standing by the car
in the pale moonlight
the silver sheen reflecting on your lips
and i never thought you looked more radiant
so gorgeous
so, right.
i don't know if you would ever know
or if i'll ever tell
but words have a way of ruining and making a lot of things
and a lack of words even more so
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