Dark Companion

Another round for my dark companion
The view from here is crowded now
I raise my glass
My doppelganger smiles at me
From across the room

The great social issues mean less than nothing;
two-dimensional pests
On my T.V. screen

I will wear only black and white
and hide in the alleys
On saturday nights

The endless prattle of politicians
Rings in my ears
The rain makes my mascara run

Another round for my dark companion
The view from here is crowded now
I raise my glass
My doppelganger smiles at me
From across the room

Another round for my dark companion
Another round for my dark companion
Another round for my dark companion