Given the circumstances
I think things are best left unbalanced.
A breathing bottle of Bardolino
next to some unused plates and napkins
and I never know where I stand
knowledge of the footing
only gives me confirmation
and I don't want confirmation

Given the way she's looking
I think it's best if I go back to my place
friends shouldn't be dancing
and leave that question hanging in the free space
they should never know where they stand
because the offer and the offing
only lead to complications
and I don't want complications

Given this uneasy feeling
I think it's best if I sit out this round
I can lose my self in drinking
and wind up running this thing aground
And I never know when to stop
knowledge of my limits
only leads to validation
and I don't want validation

Given recent history
I think it's best that I become a hermit
We'd be sated then complicated
and in the end neither of us would deserve it
but I never know where to hide
because the hiding and the finding
only lead to expectations
and I don't want expectations

Given that I'm still talking
I think it's best that I stop the drinking
This empty bottle of Bardolino
but no one here, the hell was I thinking
And I never know if you'll show
and hopes for your arrival
only lead to disappointment
and I know disappointment