corner booth

April 1st, 2002

listen to the mp3
so it comes to this between you and me
a corner booth and warm cup of coffee
i look at myself from your empty eyes
a tree that secretly wants to fly
i whisper goodbye to the fleeing birds
you quote these rumors i haven’t heard
turn to the window, i can’t see the stars
just lights flickering over parked cars
your voice is a ringing telephone
right now i wish to be left alone
all i remember is the night you and i
sat on the grass staring up at the sky
the moon peeked through a cloudy wall
the night you and i, we felt so small
we were two needles lost in a haystack
i gave you my heart, now you hand it back
you drop your spoon, it hits the cup
maybe you’re trying to make me look up
but my eyes are turned mournfully low
as i wait for you to go
you offer no reason, not even a lie
you cast no blame that i can deny
searching for words, you look at the ceiling
i wonder if love is only a feeling
what i’ve found will not easily die
you seem content with a tearful goodbye
if i see you again, do i walk the other way?
stand in the corner thinking of something to say?
i’m letting you choose where forever ends
why not let you tell me when we can be friends
now i nod and smile, and say i understand
just so you’ll let go of my hand
i won’t i speak of love anymore because
i’m not sure if it ever was
but watching you walk out to your car
i whisper “farewell” to my falling star

Entry Filed under: College Station, Getting Over It, Girls, Sad