expired bus pass, cough up change you found,
let this be your best luck.
you’re tired, caffeine compounds,
make your rounds, you’ve been so fed up.
glassy eyed computer romance
couldn’t last, see you don’t dance at bars.
one night off once a week
and you’re sweating out jack in basement parties.
and i was feeling high and low,
dancing with someone that i didn’t know.
took off and pit stopped at the side of the road.
where i spent a couple dollars on a stereo,
hooked it up in my room and prepared for winter,
pulling out tracks that could melt the snow,
but the bias was wrong and the tape deck’s broken.
i was tuning through the static on the radio
when your voice in my head said “i’m glad to know you.
leave it on a song that we used to know.”
and the voice that rang out said “don’t dream, it’s over.”
piss test, and your best guess
is you might pass or face the consequence.
here’s hoping this turns out for the best.
realization slowly sinks in.
you don’t call back. i go out on my own.
weeks later i’m still thinking how you said you’re better off alone.
but you were feeling high and low,
and dancing with someone that you didn’t know
was just something you needed to keep out the cold.