Thursday

This is the last time
That you'll ever hear me say:
Last call for a better life
In wedding and cheap champagne.
Last call for a friday night
In bathroom stalls and crowded bar.
Last call. Right before your eyes,
We celebrate our separate lives.
Last Call. Where are you friends?
They're speaking secrets in a silent shout:
Everything we build, it falls apart,
And the architect abandons us.
Last call, when i held you tight,
The dj played cuts from The Knife.
Last call, where we used to meet,
Now we look away and we skip a beat.
Circular Breathing will separate these feelings
with heart attack efficiency,
Erase the figure as it falls.