This morning
Stiff back and sandy carpets
A Scott sleeping on couch cushions in the common room
As the married man sneaks out of a private room.
Folded flowers and phony phone calls
Why did you want to waste an hour and a half
Giggling with us on the floor?
Happy Saturday night
and all I feel is more confusion.
The room is dark and I am watching your face
and sometimes mine
on a small screen
Just trying to feel closer,
stale mouthed, I am dying to feel
your hand on my cheek as it was
just there in that moment.
But you won't even go home for me
You'd rather the drunken Moose
and I'm left,
not alone,
but with helpful voices
of men in the places I want to be
So who will the fault belong to
when I don't return?
Stiff back and sandy carpets
A Scott sleeping on couch cushions in the common room
As the married man sneaks out of a private room.
Folded flowers and phony phone calls
Why did you want to waste an hour and a half
Giggling with us on the floor?
Happy Saturday night
and all I feel is more confusion.
My brain is swollen from too much salt,
we skipped cake for this and now
that old song is on repeat again.
Technical difficulties,
man, you're telling me.
The room is dark and I am watching your face
and sometimes mine
on a small screen
Just trying to feel closer,
stale mouthed, I am dying to feel
your hand on my cheek as it was
just there in that moment.
But you won't even go home for me
You'd rather the drunken Moose
and I'm left,
not alone,
but with helpful voices
of men in the places I want to be
So who will the fault belong to
when I don't return?
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