Meets friends on Mondays
The middle of each month
Talk about what’s happening
Have a liquid lunch
Who is seeing who
Where it all went wrong
Why is life so difficult
It’s like the saddest song
The winter skies
Could make you cry
The summer sun is warm
She could fall in deep again
Let her heart be torn
The waiter makes her laugh
A joke about his friend
A glass a dash of red to taste
This day might not end
Wake up in another haze
Not knowing what to do
Leave a note beside the bed
See you in a month or two
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