Missing Person

I am lipsticked like a tart in the cherry red of Côtes du Rhône

Prodding at the little fire of my phone

The lights behind the bar twinkle like they've always known

Only desperate little men ever drink alone

But as long as I'm here

I've disappeared and it's vanishing

I'm a missing person doing my thing

As midnight strikes, I slip into this queen of dives

And quietly oblivion like sleep arrives

And I couldn't live without this sewer of a place to be

Alone with my one obsession, me, me, me

Yeah, I can hear you remonstrate, you fool, that's three

What I'm doing here

Ain't drinking beer, it's vanishing

I'm a missing person doing my thing

Just a missing person doing my thing

Missing the time I threw your crutch away

And ruined a perfect day

Now it's all ruins from here to daybreak

So I hang on to my chair

In this fish tank of sinking stars

Pickling their memories in Mason jars

And I head out for a smoke

Leave your ghost there to hold my place

And line up with the other cheaters in disgrace

Like runners in exile from the human race

And as long as I'm here

This last brutal year is vanishing

I'm a missing person doing my thing

Just a missing person doing my thing