Debate Exposes Doubt

The workadays were propping
The bar quietly erasing
The week and i was in a cornerbooth thinking
(pretending to read) about
The impossiblity of one to love unconditionally
And the words that we drive into the ground
Their repetition starts to thin their meaning.

Then everything got frighteningly still as
They entered and intersected the floor
And i tried to choke my stare at
The perfection that others would kill for
But all of the parts are the same on every face
(few variables change)
The differences pale when compared to the similarity they share.

Finally there is clarity and
There is purpose after all
But every night ends the same as
I'm collapsing once more by your side
Finally there is clarity
This tiny life is making sense
And every drop numbs the both of us
But i alone am staggering.