(no subject)
Hotel Vintage Park Parking
Today I went to a nine story parking lot
Downtown seattle is not a place I want to go
Alone again
I wrote your name in the dust
On the car windows
And I saved the dirt
I put it in a jar
Its on my shelf
On the farthest end
Collecting dust itself
And every time I look at the jar
I remember the parking lot
On the nineth level
When I stood looking at the cars
And I wished that one of them was yours
I would write my name
In the dust
On your windshield
In hopes that you would remember
When you left me in that same parking lot
On the same nineth level
The night we had ever faught
And you left me
You haven't been back since
And I don't plan on going back
Again
