he was telling his girl that he just wanted to get to know her
only it was more like shouting or groaning than crooning
he swore that he wasn’t the person he’d been before
which had to be awkward for her to a certain extent
my dear boy, i wanted to say, you need some creativity
every songsmith and his dog has written this song already
and she knows you don’t mean to stop at merely knowing her
because men always have hidden meanings in statements like that
if you’re not who you were will she like who you are now?
she might pummel you with felted stones in disgust
an audience of adoring fans separated the two of us
he had the bravery to stand and sing where i didn’t
never being creative myself when it came to songwriting
so i smiled and laughed and clapped my cold hands
as he took his final bow in the crowded coffeeshop
