Done and Dusted

Across the room I saw you smile
and stopped to watch the dance a while.
A broken heart at the bottom of a bottle
and a cracked shot glass upon the floor.
Switching it up to try again,
the opening door and the invite in,
a lot of debt and a little sin,
with a little straight and a lot of spin,
A word game played
and the bullets strayed,
Hitting the wall and leaving no mark,
but there we were already at the start.
We spilled out into the street,
the stars were never seen as bright,
under the electric city light,
a lost day and a gained night.
You took me up and dropped me down,
I looked away - you spun me round,
Bit off more than I could chew,
the result you already knew.
The dust settled and sky cleared,
slinking past as morning neared
and crawling back beneath the quilt,
no regret, no guilt.