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you said i go out too much
i won’t meet a nice girl at a bar
but i certainly won’t meet any sitting at home, typing on the old wordpress.
i’ve met girls randomly, through friends, events, here and there
ones i met in real life cheated on me
ones i met online stabbed me
ones i met randomly ran away and fucked boys and girls
after professing me their love
so why not meet a good girl in a bar?
the place matters little when two like minds connect
i’ve met mothers of my children telling me different beers in the bar
mother theresa while sitting on the train
or slinging food with me at the hospital
i’ve met evil people at work,
pure evil pushing a cart at the grocery store
women met through friends who’ve tried to light the place on fire
and called their daddy when the cops got called on them.
met guys through friends who nailed my girl
and after i escaped from her craziness
he knocked her up but didn’t pay the bills
you only say i won’t meet a good girl at a bar
because you don’t want to go to a bar
and you want me to think you’re a good girl, but i’ve seen through that ruse
i’ve seen through hers and hers and his and his
and i’m a fool for looking for IT outside of myself
but i can’t help but look for that love,
look for those arms holding me when falling asleep
or for that bony back laying on me while we quietly watch law and order
i didn’t meet you in a bar and look where you left me,
look where you leave yourself

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