Are you complacent?
Sitting there, alone and quiet.
Nonchalantly telling the story of loneliness.
I've seen you here before.
Your beauty stirs up the room and
Your storm brings a powerful attraction.
You move only to drink your liquor
And it is with much elegance.
You're very discreet, yet very deceptive
And those lies are the passion
Behind my approach to the darkness
Where you sit.
Your black dress fades into the shades with every step I take
Until you're finally gone by the time I sit down.
You were never here.