sad songs say so much (inspired by my favorite sad songs)

a man (again) walks into a bar. the mirror behind the bottles glares back at him. a mirror image of himself, a twisted, jagged image of himself, stares him down. he shivers.
he knows he has walked into the wrong bar. every bottle bottom shelf. every face a bitter mask. a ghost of a chance covering a wasted frame. an acid washed classic. y'know?
and she is a ghost, it's true. gone before she met you. and you are chasing shadows, stamping your feet onto the hard ground, grasping at hallucinations.
maybe you are the ghost, kid.
maybe you're not there.
cuz, you...obviously..don't...matter...
(sadly beautiful, 'the mat's, cue it.)
and you stir in your sleep. seriously. dogs snap at your ankles. you wake and snack. eat, eat, eat, (if i can't be your lover than i'll be a pest-d.johnston).
and you, he, whatever, swirl back to a bar brimming with life. and you fixate on a girl in a dress who looks like you always imagined. like you hope a girl in a dress will look. like a girl who looks through you. cuz she knows better.
and the song now..uh...let's go with 'fool says' by m. ward (you got it short!) tho' it's all, really, vincent o'brien)
and the sad songs swirl though your (his, aw, fuck the parenthesis) head. my head. like my head swins in the sad songs. cuz i wallow in it. the sadness. cuz i get it. i understand it. it makes sense to me.
and i love it, love it, so.