Waiting For The Man in Black.

I look for you in all the whiskey sours
Always at the bottom of the glass.
There you are.
In all my favorite bar songs, you're there.
The only one I ever connected with beyond closed doors.
I watch from afar as your life grows and roots establish.
I can no longer hide the fact that I'm floundering.
I can no longer hide the fact that a part of me is jealous.
I give to you classic acts.
Girl feels bad emotion.
Girl lashes out at the world.
Girl lashes out at boy.
Everything else falls to hell the man in black is there.
He might not always be there, but I sure as hell hope I can find more whiskey.