nut brown ale and nasal congestion and björk beats in the empty gallery. barkeep has my name also. tells me what a cool name it is. smiles and tries to start a conversation with me but i can tell he just thinks he has to because i'm alone. the room is so so empty. björk beats next to leather couches and brick fireplaces. nut brown ale to celebrate making it through another monday.
why can't i get a job? don't i need a job to be fulfilled?
where's björk so i can kiss her?
where's my darlin' sweetsie pie?