The theme was “dress as your favourite song”. I had so much fun! I dressed up as a love casualty, based on Atmosphere’s song “Pour Me Another”.

If you have any pictures of you dressed up, email them to me with as much information about your outfit & the theme as you can & I will post them here!

Outfit:

Heart-shaped Lolita sunglasses
Pink headscarf
Black with pink polka-dots pseudo-corset top
Black skirt
Black socks
Platform New Rocks with heart shoelaces
Bandage on one wrist
Handcuffs on the other
Bandage around knee
Bandage on my tattoo
Bling heart necklace
Hipflask (engraved, says “Gala In The Funeral Parlour”)

All she wanted was a little bit of solid
Feels like love, it doesn’t matter what you call it
Heal those cuts or hide ’em underneath the polish
Break another promise and take me as a hostage
Hold your job down & let the zombies crowd around
Thankin’ mommy’s god that it’s a cop’s town
Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy
Swerving through the galaxy, searching for a family
Happily surrounded by planets & stars
She was stuck uptown, you was landing on Mars
It’s all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar
Another small step back for the man at the bar
Spill a little bit of blood on the street for love
That goes to those who know that they drink too much
& hold your own glass up to the heavens
Take a little time & try to count the seconds

It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now
Pour me another, so I could come let you down
Pour me another, so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you

Drink it all away, numb it down to none
Stay awake tonight & wait for the sun
You say you hate your life, you ain’t the only one
Let your frustration out the gate & watch the pony run
One double, for the hunger & the struggle
Two for the fool trying to pull apart the puzzle
Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttal
By the fourth shot, I’m just another child in a bubble
Trying to play with the passion & the placement
Just to see what these people let him get away with
Still trying to climb a mountain for you
Hammer in my hand, still pounding on a screw
She don’t listen, so he don’t speak no more
Nobody’s winning ’cause neither is keeping score
Don’t wanna think no more, just let me drink some more
Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor

Live life tipsy, still if it don’t fit right with me
Kiss me whiskey, lift my lips, press to my angel
Swallow it & leave her empty bottle on the table
Let the past fall, making faces at that clock on the back wall
Countdown to the last call, ask all these people that make sounds
“How long does it take for the pace to break down?”
Another lonely little trophy
If only I could walk a straight line, I’d make it home free
& everybody in this bar thinks they know me
& my story like “poor me” (yeah, pour me another homie)
I can count the days ’til you come back
Or I can follow them sunrays down to the traintracks
I can stumble drunk over hope & love
Or I could keep drinking until I sober up

Bottles & pints & shots & cans
Couches & floors & drunk best friends
Models & whores & tattooed hands
Cities & secrets & cats & vans
Good times, laughter, bad decisions
Strippers & actors & average musicians
Mornings after, & walks of shame
The bartender knows me by my real name.