To me, the only thing left after a while was that night we watched doc**entaries up through morning and then you kicked me out.
You opened up your screen door and threw me off the porch.
It was summer then and I drove home whistling muddy waters down the pike.
And that was that: our one sweet night together.
Under highway signs I watched our love start fluttering and dissipating.
I counted all the headlights to make sure I was all right.
Now I`m wondering is it me or is it me that can`t see silver linings?
So I f**ked it up. I watched you go.
I saw my hand not dialing the phone.
All I`m left to do is remember the dull room we sat in blue stream light watching the strike of `59.
I dreamed of wrecking my underwear.
Oh can`t I touch your cheeks somewhere under dirt filled rainy nights with my socks stuck in the mud?
Please come dive in puddles with me