A Good Moment at the Wrong Time

Sitting where it was designed

Trying to be obvious and wondering if you’re blind

Nursing a drink until my vision blurs

While you check in with the regulars

Just talking shit with you all night

Sussing out the vibe

And passing up on rides

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If I could read your mind

Then I could catch my breath, I think I’d be just fine

You could die waiting for an omen, valentine

I don’t believe in a good moment at the wrong time

Put on “Feeling Strangely Fine.”

The nights not over until the third attempt

At “Closing Time.”

You’re drying drinking glasses

Ushering out drunk dumbasses

I cock my head, “Do you want to have onе more?”

You pull an ash tray out and lock the door

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If I could read your mind

Thеn I could catch my breath, I think I’d be just fine

You think it’s just a little crush—hush

There’s no such thing as a good moment

At the wrong time

I’m trying to catch my breath

But I’ve got nothing left

Waiting in my lungs

And If I’ve lost a step

Then we’ll just try our best

To keep the tempo up