The Bar
He sat in his usual spot at the bar
Courage had consistently failed him this far
Maybe today it wouldn't be so
Maybe this was the day he'd go
All the way and be able to say what he'd been trying to for so long
He just hoped that the words wouldn't come out wrong
He looked up and saw her smiling as she poured one of the regulars his regular drink
Man, that smile sometimes made it so hard for him to think
No matter how gloomy his day had been that smile always made it better
The sunshine after the really miserable weather
And her lips, oh what he'd give to kiss em
They were just what his life had been missin
Her eyes were green as four leaf clovers
With any luck she'd be his before the night was over
They were enough to cause anyone to envy
They sent his heart into a wild, wild frenzy
Her hair was a dark brown waterfall
He wanted to wrap it round his heart like a shawl
Her skin glowed so beautiful, he imagined how soft it was
Man, she was beautiful and man what a creep he was
Or well, felt like, sitting here with fantasies that would never come true
A girl as wonderful as her would be a fool getting with him, how much better she could do
She was wonderful, inside and out
She made him happy, inside and out
But what could he offer her, he was no more than average
And he had way too much additional baggage
She came round again and offered him another but he declined
Picked up his hat, smiled and left his fantasies behind
She nodded and removed his glass from the counter
And continued her shift of drunken madness and encounters
When she got home, she looked in the mirror and sighed
Sometimes what she saw made her want to cry
Lately, loneliness had been a solid friend
She really wanted this friendship to end
But who could love a face like hers, her hair was scraggly
Lips too thick, eyes too green, and she laughed so weird
Looking in this mirror made her sick
She'd tried to lose the weight, she really had
The only male that paid her any attention was her dad
She wasn't good enough and she knew it, it was true
There were much better things out there to view
She used to have inside her a little bit of hope
But now it was walking on a very frazzled tightrope
Yet maybe one day a man would see her unusual
And he would call it, beautiful.