I’m just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where’s the place for me
When we’re both in love with you?
I can’t escape these friends
I’ve made since you left town.
They throw redundant parties
where I’m too often found.
And while I sit and watch girls and boys
trade views of new tattoos
I wonder if it’s too late to call your mom
and catch up on some news.
She says you’ll be home soon for me —
And it’ll be just like you were never gone.
I’ll try to be just some guy you’re getting on.
But basically, we’re both in love with you.
I’m just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where’s the place for me,
when we’re both in love with you?
I’ve got these «friends» in quotes
and girls* with asterisks.
I watch the time whither
and fall from my wrist.
Out on the porch Van Morrison
is bleeding through the walls.
I don’t think your roommate
has been writing down my calls.
She says you’ll be home soon for me —
You said the distance
would make a difference,
But it didn’t.