the morning after's awkward pauses with the saint of shouldaknownbetter.
Wednesday, Aug. 25, 2004
i should have known better when you ashed your cigarette in your hand like that.but there's something inside us that keeps us coming back for more of the saint of shouldaknownbetter.
when you were standing there like that, staring at me from across the pool table.
when i was listening to someone else, but looking at you.
when we were both drunk enough to tell the difference, but we didn't care.
and in the morning, saint of shouldaknownbetter, i know you didn't want to go. but i couldn't look you in the eyes. but i couldn't see straight. but i'm less than i was last night. but i'm full of excuses.
i salute you, hand to brow, cause here i am in a hoodie and my underwear on my tiptoes, all for nothing.
hell, at least it's not for you.
