Shipwreck in a Bottle

(Margery and Clive happen upon the same tavern. Sitting on adjacent stools, consumed by their thoughts, they have yet to notice each other.)

Take another drag from your cigarette with your body propped up like a marionette.
A glass in hand, drink on your breath - you down the sorrows out.

It's another night of loneliness with a barstool as your only friend.

I think the ship's going down, bail out the water.
Man the starboard side, here comes another.

Your head tilts back with a snap of the neck.
The barmaids outline; silhouette.
Your inside shakes, it's trembling, you barely hear the sound.

That pretty girl and what she said, you're both feeling desperate.

The tunnel's closing now, the light's getting softer.
There's a blackout up ahead, we'd better find her a lover.

And he sings to himself, I only wanted him to stay home.
And she sings to herself, I only wanted to sing songs.

So keep the breathing loud.

She takes your hand and leads you down to the crowed floor, you speak in shouts.
You hold her close and kiss her mouth with a practiced routine charm.

In these chemicals you're nearly drown but she's all yours now.

The vessel's creaking loud, the mast snaps from the pressure.
Waves pouring over the bow.
There's been no break in the weather.

You hold the door and lead her out.
The silent air's a welcomed sound; two shadows in an empty town
walking arm and arm.
A smile for endearing words and a solemn loving vow.

This trek has left you both cold, your bed has so much to offer.
But be careful lonely boy you know that's somebody's daughter.

And she sings to herself, I think I've finally found what I've longed for.
And he sings to himself, at least tonight I'll stay warm.
Oh you should feel so ashamed.

And now she's right where you want her.
You've turned out just like your father.