boredom

Dingy nights, where dark pub lights burn bright eyes as red as sand
He held her down, his hopes he drowned, all as he held her hand
This news she said, flew through his head and he QUICK! He needed a double
His reply with a sigh, felt like denial, boy was he in for some trouble
This moment passed but the feelings they last, just for that little while longer
Its not all but fair with her whiskey blonde hair that he couldn’t feel any stronger