the sign says all doesn't it?
try not to make a mess, either
i remember you and your hot chocolate, girl
push the button it dispenses but let go three fourths of the way
and the chocolate would steam up your glasses
the mug in your hand across the table
do you remember that night?
do you take debit here
yes, but you need to spend more than a dollar
oh sorry. let me find something else to buy
on the drive home we both knew we'd kiss so much
what is left now but a blank birthday card
don't try to be poetic about it, girl
don't give me your poetry
don't give me your sad quest for truth
walking into the chapel and the single mother of two girls
and they tell their secrets they must be in first grade
on an overcast saturday afternoon
and she's the only one in the pews and the room is dark
i don't belong here i am SO LUCKY TO HAVE THAT NIGHT
HOME
HOME
HOME! I hope I make it home!
a bus stop... must have been outside spokane? fried hamburgers
a dusty paperback on a shelf outside the men's room and we stood around
waiting for food and sleep and christmas is coming so soon
HOME! home, home! I hope I make it home to you!
White Christmas in front of the fire, ahh, let's pet the dog and fall asleep dancing in each other's minds
i found something. that should make it more than a dollar
so afraid to sip... scalding hot.
falling asleep on the frosty bus window. everything is you, girl
everything is you. my breath fogs the bus window like the chocolate will fog your glasses in two weeks, like the tears will fog my eyes.
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