The Last Dinner

We’re picking out my outfit
So we look good when we end it
We’re pulling out all the stops
To pretty ourselves up

Got reservations at a restaurant
That we can’t afford
On a weeknight
In the thick of happy hour

So help me look my best
And match every shade of grey
To the black of your dress
My colorblind eyes
They’re useless tonight

And I’m writing you a letter
And when you use the restroom
Just to check out the decor
And deliver your report

I’ll slip it in your purse
Before you return to the table
And I hope you find it
A bit clarifying

And curled up in bed
I’ll forget every word
But the last ones we said
When we locked the door and left

So I’m sending all my best
To you and the city of London
And of course your thesis
Drunk like Dionysus

So we’re picking out my outfit
So we look good when we end it
We’re pulling out all the stops
To pretty ourselves up