I think I was drunk, or nearly there for a while. I don’t remember everything I said, but I remember your smile. I don’t remember what song was on as we read the Missed Connections. We laughed at the ads and looked in different directions. Well it’s okay. I was joking- I didn’t really mean it anyway.
No, it’s okay. I don’t think less of you, couldn’t if I wanted to. We’ll go our separate ways. And I’ll see you at the next show. I’ll smile and say hello, but I’ll try, I’ll try to avoid you. I buried the thoughts and tried not to notice. I felt so healthy and I talked for so long. No it’s okay. I was joking- I didn’t really mean it anyway. It weighs on my conscience, it calls me. They call me at 5am every morning. Well if I knew how to hit, if I threw the perfect fit, I’d tear it all off the walls. And if I knew what you wanted, I’d call you.
There are haunted rooms in this house. (well, you should know.) They wrap me tight in the cold cold night when I, when I go. I’m so sorry to leave.