This is how it's always been
Thoughts overpowering me
So I drown myself in cigarette smoke and alcohol
And allow the man who had been giving me lustful eyes all night to put his hand on my thigh
Is this what they mean by lonely?
Being surrounded by people but knowing
That as soon as I walk away
No one is going to remember my name
My heart is on my sleeve
But I keep it concealed
So I can make believe
It's at peace
When he invites me in for
"one last drink"
Foolishly I follow
Knowing the end all to well
And when he tells me
"I don't have time to fall in love"
I just smile knowing
What he really means is
He doesn't want to fall in love with me
But all I tell him is
"don't worry I don't have time for it too"