cough it up to one last night.
driving home in the daylight.
wishing i could breathe you in.
but remembering my latest sin.
you weren’t there, no not there.
flying high through october air.
and i drove the morning after.
i drove so far from the chilling laughter.
and then he came.
it’s just the same.
things i’ve waited so long to hear you say.
but there are no more chips left to play.
so, i drove into the morning after.
a drought to love me soon thereafter.
bad timing becomes so true.
so naive to believe in you.
and i said, i’d never.
no, not him, not ever.
i slept next to my bees knees.
and woke next to a coyote.
and it was to find out, right then.
running far from the state i’d been.
and then he came.
it’s just the same.
things i’ve waited so long to hear you say.
but there are no more chips left to play.
so, i drove into the morning after.
a drought to love me soon thereafter.
he was not you.
not even close to true.
and i tried to drive away the sorrow.
pushing past until tomorrow.
and i remember the first.
trying hard to quench my thirst.
didn’t know you’d be so strong.
haven’t seen you in so long.
and then he came.
it’s just the same.
things i’ve waited so long to hear you say.
but there are no more chips left to play.
so, i drove into the morning after.
a drought to love me soon thereafter.
(originally published on coffee & cigarettes november 18, 2008)
