Amber undertow drags the evening low, Amber undertow won't let the evening go, Restless wandering feet still seek the road. Every glass a small forgetting, every forgetting asking to be paid. Drink to lose it, lose it to repeat, drink to lose it, lose it to repeat, the bottom of the glass is not a seat. Fox eyes a cluster hanging out of reach, Fox eyes the sweetness dangling out of reach, Calls it sour, turns, and walks the beach. Every glass a small forgetting, every forgetting asking to be paid. Drink to lose it, lose it to repeat, drink to lose it, lose it to repeat, the bottom of the glass is not a seat. Somewhere sober, someone waits for morning, somewhere sober, someone dreads it too— the fox still circles what it can't be scorning, hungry for a sweetness gone askew. Glass empties quicker than the hour permits, Glass empties faster than the hour permits, Morning arrives and nothing quite befits. Drink to lose it, lose it to repeat, drink to lose it, lose it to repeat, the bottom of the glass is not a seat.
