Last Call (Is Ours)

Last call

She says, though I'm the only one

Left

Can I get you one

For the road?

After all,

What's a kiss, without a little bit of poison on

Your lips

And she's a sweet drink

And I'm full of moonshines

Holding on to the only company

A drunk can find at the end of the night

So I raise my glass

With trembling hands

And toast to the ghosts

That didn't make it to the end

Last call

She says, are you on your way

Yet?

Can I take you home

Tonight?

After all,

What's a tryst without a little bit of

Regret

And she's a sweet drink

That'll knock you off your feet

Before you know

What happened

And I'm full of moonshines

That'll keep her holding tight

Until morning comes

To expose them

So I empty my glass

And braize my lips

With poison, as intoxicating

As she is, in her black dress

Last call

She says, to the only one that never

Left.