I take a shot,
and he shoots me those serpent-eyes
flashing violent emotions
and all I can taste
is his hands around my neck.

I take a drag
and breathe in this atmosphere
drunken floozies
but it's me he crooks his finger at -
he just wants to come.

I take a step
and he's already miles ahead
so I'll drink and smoke my oblivion
he's got much longer legs

and I can't catch my breath
to even try to catch up.