Who knew
At this party that
I would walk in and I'd see you
I guess now
We could just get drunk
Yeah, and that would be our excuse
You could slip
And outta nowhere
I could be there to catch your fall
And we could laugh at ourselves
And the writing that's on the wall
It's a narrow margin
Just room enough for regret
In the inch and a half between
Hey, how ya been?
And
Can I kiss you yet?
So we talk like
Nervous neighbors over a tall fence
True love
But for lack of providence
But I just got one more
Thing to tell you
'Cause words are vitamins
And life is short
And I know when we get up
To the front office
We're gonna have to fill out
A full report
The first question will be
What were you thinking?
And the next question will be
What did you say?
And then they're gonna check to see
If the answers to one and two
Matched up much
Along the way
In the interest of poetry
And the cowboy movie
That's you and me
I'm back on the horse now
And I am riding
I am striding so effortlessly
What I mean is
It's late
Much too late for us
And I'm fixing to go home
With just my conscience
And a bitter sense of irony
As my chaperon
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