Sunday, May 23, 2010

You kept me wired, you kept me tired. I laid right beneath the wheels of your tires. You pushed into me and I gladly received it.

Six times a day, six days a week I'd be working at the store and perfect for sleep, but you called me. You called me. Talking for hours, juice is running out of the telephone. I was always alone, but you made me forget. At least for a second, and that second felt good. Coming down the escalator, with your guitar across your back, slapping you leg because you jst can't believe it. i can't believe you are here, right now. I was sure we'd really ever meet like this.