I'm sorry
I smoked the rest of your weed
But you can come with me
We can get more
And we'll stay up late
Listening to Nick Drake
Or maybe Ingrid Michaelson
I'd love to watch that record spin
And my eyes are tired
Of all this staring off in space
Y'know I thought that I'd seen something there
But nothing quickly took it's place
I've got my luggage in my pockets
So I got no room for change
I'm laughing cuz that's the only time
That nothing stays the same
Yesterday
You told me what you hate
But I didn't quite catch what you said
So I asked you to reiterate
You said that's fine by me
And as you got up to leave
You turned your head, slowly said I said I hate
Having to repeat
But if that's true will you please explain
Why this is the second time
That on your way to his apartment,
You ended up at mine
It's not that I'm complaining
I'm just thoroughly confused
I feel like I'm the middle section
Of a long burning fuse
And as I'm burning down I hear you calling him
Is it just me or does this fuse seem to be burning at both ends
But I said I would stand up straight
I wouldn't turn the other way
I'd sit here smoldering forever
If that's what it was gunna take
But then came the day when someone else drew near
And put up a sign that conveyed a lie it read there ain't no fire
It read there ain't no fire
It read there ain't no fire here
I'm sorry
I smoked the rest of your weed
But you can come with me
We can get more