Do you also sit in smoky coffee shops With lyrics sung from a college Drop out’s half-breathing dream, And wait for time to make its Indifferent stride past you, so That you can remind the three A.M Thoughts that tonight you at least did Something?
And all you’ll remember from This night was that the guitar Was too low and you couldn't quite Feel along
As you sit with a solid blue dress that has see- Through shoulder seams that you bought because As trying it on someone told you that you looked nice. But now, as you reconsider whether or not You should approach the guy, who’s been giving you that look, You vaguely remember that the compliment came from a person Who wore a name tag.
And you learn that silent crowds are more memorable Than noisy ones
As you walk out with no one’s shoulder under your head, And wonder if your mother Felt the same way when she was your age And if all she still remembers from Thursday nights was that The guitar was too low and She couldn't quite feel along.











