The Place That I Work

The day you walked into the book store
Waving cross the aisle
Truth is I was glad to see you
Though I couldn’t smile
I thought about the last time we spoke
What you said had hurt
Oh and now you show up talking nicely
In the place that I work
And I know it’s been a month or two
But surely you remember
Oh why did you pick now to show up
Last day of December
And no this isn’t a good time
But yes I’d like to talk
Maybe you should stay a while
We could take a walk
And I wish I wasn’t so nervous
But you put me on edge
Last time that I saw you
Our legs were swinging from the ledge
Of the window at that party
I remembr the feel of it
And how fucking real was it
When w had it all
And we had it all
I can’t count the nights we stayed up
Talking miles in subtleties
Now I can’t bear to catch your eye
Or stray from pleasantries
And I know that I don’t have the right
To say this anymore
But I love you
Won’t you hang around
I get off at four
The day you walked into the book store
Waving cross the aisle
Truth is I was glad to see you
Though I couldn’t smile
I thought about the last time we spoke
What you said had hurt
Oh and now you show up talking nicely
In the place that I work