Last Call Glow

Two more inches in this cheap rocks glass. Lipstick ghosts on the rim from the past. You stir your drink With that chipped gold ring. I say stay, but your hands still sting. I'm in that last call glow, Heart on the bar real low. Every slow drag, every soft "don't go." You lean in close, say you don't know. But your pulse says yes, And your pride says no. In that last call, Last call glow. Piano man Knows our broken tune. Plays it softer, leaves some room. For your quiet laugh, For my half-true lies. For I'm fine, I'm fine with wet, Red eyes. I'm in that last call glow, Heart on the bar real low. Every slow drag, every soft "don't go." You lean in close, say you don't know. But your pulse says yes, And your pride says no. In that last call, Last call glow. Maybe we're just old film crackling. Same scene flickers, different casting. You say this can't be how it ends. But you don't move, and neither do I, My friend. Oh, We're in that last call glow, truth in the Undertow. Every long look, every "just one more." Keys keep sighing like they've been here before. And your pulse says yes, While your pride says no. In that last call, last call glow. Lights come up, But we stay slow. Coats in our hands, still don't go. You kiss my cheek, whisper, "Take it slow." Then we fall back Into that glow.