We did stupid things together

Oct 10, 2006 00:21

You told me I looked like trouble
I said it was just the pants,
That I was actually a pretty nice guy
Once you got to know me

Maybe it was the night air
Or the mixture of blood and cinnamon that lingered in the bar,
We slow danced to Morrissey,
And took shots to the sounds of Prince.
We stayed together until one forty-five when last shot was called and we parted ways.

We met two weeks later in the same smoky bar,
You said I looked better that night,
I said it was my new hair cut
We slow danced to Lucero
And sipped beers to them too.
My hands couldn’t stop shaking
and I could feel your knees rattling the table as we sat and smelled the cinnamon and bourbon that hung in the air.

This night we didn’t part ways until dawn,
You came home with me and we sat in each other’s arms,
You said it’s nights like these when I do something stupid,
I told you we could do something stupid together,

You needed provisions from cell phone called friends and one drunk sister.
You told me in your gut you had a feeling I was trouble,
But then you said that the mixed drinks and burritos calmed those nerves and to hell with all the others.

When dawn broke on my tiny bedroom window
You got up and left for a ride home rendezvous,
And in my stomach I had a feeling that you were more trouble than I’d anticipated,
but you played me off as the rash one with such grace.
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