Stars and Bars

She was a star in a bar to much acclaim In her embrace, glass in hand, there was no shame We'll have a drink or maybe ten And at the dawn we start over again, day after day Pouring liquor's like burning books Sat in the corner huddled like crooks I'll get a round, you'll do your lips Then back home tiptoeing around some zombie apocalypse It's never been healthy but it's gone too fast You'll depart like some pale iconoclast Scenes from some dog-eared memoirs As we orbit each other for all time in a universe of words