The Drinking Eye

It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny

what I can see clearly with my drinking eye.

You know I never stop until I see you cry,

make you insist through snot and tears that you'd never lie.

Now my Friday nights have many uses

- I can forget what happens and make up bad excuses.

It doesn't need a weapon or even much motivation,

just a bit of beer spilt on my playstation.

It makes me sure I've seen him try it on a few times

before as I shake my head and sigh, standing halfway through the door.

You might've shared a school or a street.

You might've known him for years

- it makes no odds to me, I just want to see the tears.