Missing home and Harlot [original]

Fair weather friends, you can find them anywhere. But that’s not my style.
I miss the ones who have been there for me through....everything.
I miss the ones who will stay with me through whatever else is coming.
I can't wait to go home.






a glass of whiskey and a lipstick smeared cigarette
that’s who I am tonight
up in smoke with the lingering smell of spirits
anything to distract me from what I’m up against

a desperate, lonely soul
whose mind and body are trying to work against what shes built
what she’s trying to defend
something real and rare

singing old jazz tunes
in a wrinkled cocktail dress
wishing I had a piano
to sit upon

wishing I had someone to sing to
someone to pour the whiskey
to light the cigarette
to play the piano

all I have is the rough fabric against my skin
the smoke rings from the ashtray
the vapors from the bottle in my hand
and the memory of you

the same song keeps escaping from my lips
because it reminds me
it gives me that old happy feeling
of when I didn’t believe in this kind of behavior

but that’s who I am tonight
a smoke
a drink
and a song