Slow Dancing

Slow dancing with hookers.

Vicious  onlookers .

Purple skirt and black fishnets .

Not like any girl I’ve ever met .

Soak in the heartbreak .

Absorb all her pain .

Do you think you’d have the will to abstain .

Another paycheck , flushed it again .

The illusion of the city .

It’s where faith comes to die .

Pull aside them black panties .

Just wait for that sigh .

Tell yourself that you’re just not that guy .

That’s the last time  , you always say .

So half assed , you can’t even pray .