After Eight

By tomorrow you'll have forgotten my face
Washed away by those beers that you drink after eight
You know it tastes better when there's lives at stake

And although I know you'll be leaving alone
In the cool winter cold it was sharp, somewhat bold
Any closer, I would have put my life on hold

A smile and a nod, warm and kind and with wit
And I can't promise I won't write a song about it

By tomorrow you'll have forgotten my face
Washed away by those beers that you drink after eight
You know lips taste better when there's lives at stake

A smile and a nod, warm and kind and with wit
And I can't promise I won't write a song about it



Credits
Writer(s): Holly Michaela Bee
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