Cigarette in hand, beer on the desk
He's watching her toss and turn in her sleep
Insomnia was always his style, ever since he came to the 540
He rarely sucks on his cig, just watches smoke dance around
He can hear her whimper in her sleep, like a lost child
Feist playing just loud enough to be conspicuous
The plane ticket is still in his bag
Drive off to the airport and not have to know…
Know what happens next, know how it ends
He almost starts to pack, but he takes another sip
She's his favorite show to watch in the evening
Still smelling like sex and homemade perfume
He feels a little older watching her
An adult who subsists in a hotel room with a younger woman
Her short red dress lying on the floor, begging to get wrinkled
Maybe she'll be the girl he sees in five years
When they awkwardly catch up in a bar
He won't have grown up, but she'll have her life all together
They'll reminisce, have a one-night stand
And she'll leave a blue sweater that he'll keep for no real reason
A memory that is forgotten
A deep drag on the cigarette, followed by a gulp of beer
He pulls a blanket around his shoulders and watches her sleep
He's watching her toss and turn in her sleep
Insomnia was always his style, ever since he came to the 540
He rarely sucks on his cig, just watches smoke dance around
He can hear her whimper in her sleep, like a lost child
Feist playing just loud enough to be conspicuous
The plane ticket is still in his bag
Drive off to the airport and not have to know…
Know what happens next, know how it ends
He almost starts to pack, but he takes another sip
She's his favorite show to watch in the evening
Still smelling like sex and homemade perfume
He feels a little older watching her
An adult who subsists in a hotel room with a younger woman
Her short red dress lying on the floor, begging to get wrinkled
Maybe she'll be the girl he sees in five years
When they awkwardly catch up in a bar
He won't have grown up, but she'll have her life all together
They'll reminisce, have a one-night stand
And she'll leave a blue sweater that he'll keep for no real reason
A memory that is forgotten
A deep drag on the cigarette, followed by a gulp of beer
He pulls a blanket around his shoulders and watches her sleep
BLOGGING INSPIRED BY "NEIGHBOR SONG" BY AUNT MARTHA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFPmGL8jUvA
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