Give me a time, and I'll head out
Away from my house, left left straight right straight left
To red walls and spilled grinds and smeared fudge
But you'll forget, and so we'll head elsewhere
To salt and greasy tiles and smearing cherries
To epilogues and maps and stuffed somethings
To comfy chairs and organic popcorn and fake coffee
And on to stickers and dollar calendars
I would have kissed you in the parking lot, if you had tried
Because I guess I was the last one you had and that was so long ago
And because she's not what quite what you need
And because I don't know we were bored and maybe there's something there
But I hope there isn't, and I'm glad you didn't try
Because I like this thing that we have going on
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