Topgolf B******t

In the waning days of my 'hot stuff' phase

When I was dumb enough to believe

That I could keep a streak of optimism going

For longer than a couple weeks

It was close enough to my birthday

Where we could go ahead and indulge

On a wintry Monday evening, it was like

We had the whole town to ourselves

Hustling through the billiard hall

You claimed that you let me win

We escaped the karaoke place

Before the karaoke could begin

In and out of the brasserie

With the chintzy 80's neon sign

We caught some pints at the British pub before

Walking to the local dive

Who'd have thought we could ever feel so charmed

While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar

A joy that's caught, and a lust for life recharged

While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar

Two years since I found myself here

And I'm far from being settled in

The only thing that's certain's that

This 'stranger' act is wearing thin

There's so much still to explore, and I'd love

To explore it with you by my side

And maybe get a streak of optimism

Lasting far beyond the wintertime

Who'd have thought we could ever feel so charmed

While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar

A joy that's caught, and a lust for life recharged

While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar

Who'd have thought we could ever feel so charmed

While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar

A joy that's caught, and a lust for life recharged

While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar