Common patrons
Nice guys finish last
I marvel at the pristine skin
Youth lost, looking back
Let me entertain you with my foul indignation
You can’t read between my linesThe easiest verbal mystiqueDesigned to disguiseTo hide the obvious in plain sight
Here’s to the shows I’ll never seeThe experiences that will never change my lifeHere’s to the loves I’ll never haveAnd the sun…
I’m the missing piece to a puzzle
I find myself to be evasiveAnd often times a bit persuasive