standing in the kitchen there’s a mess I made this morning
and you’re sitting with your coat on, you won’t make it, it’s too late, stay
the night shift makes you drink long, quarter to four, get a round more
round the table, keeping quiet, roommate’s sleeping, we’re a riot
and your sister’s calling again, never seen you once pick it up
picking a fight I know you’ll win
but pretend I’m right
for the exercise

and the bell wakes you up, live above the corner shop
and I got to head out, but you got to run anyhow
only touch under doorways
that’s something I’m always thinking about
when you’re walking down that staircase
just hoping you’ll tell me
something that don’t
don’t make me worry

and I got what I need
you said “I’m good for one more
and if you’re backing out I’ll finish it for you”
and you started walking funny, but took the keys and left
quarter past eleven, and you drove back to
and she drove back to him

waiting for the night bus, there’s a siren running the block
I think of you, trying not to, humming the song only you know
the lyrics for, it’s a good one, but it feels wrong when I’m alone
in the shelter, and the snow comes, it always does, it never stops
ignore the thought, I know will come back, but pretend it’s alright
for the exercise

and I got what I need
you said "I’m good for one more
and if you’re backing out I’ll finish it for you”

and my brother’s on the sofa, no he doesn’t know it yet
got the call at midnight
and I went back to
and I went back to bed