She called me up today. Meet me down at the old cafe. I jumped into the shower. I was getting my marching orders. . We need to talk. Step into my office, baby.
Where's the silver necklace you never wear anymore?. Does it hurt just to see that thing?. Where's the sense in holding on to the lie. That has cast such a shadow on the both of us.
This light at the end of the day. When even the highways seem still. The map in my hands folded shut. . There isn't one magical word. But a carnival of them instead.