On a warm midsummer's night
Closing in on the weekend anxiously
Under a dim yellow light they sit tight
A table of four, confined in melody
Patiently wait in hollow of all people
You only for silence to take over
Too far from serenity all in to tipple
You shout your lungs out and catch fire
Didn't I tell you before
Red was never your color
But brown eyes filled with desire
Not sure if it was destiny or just plain satire
Who brought together a cheater and a liar
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