The title pretty much says it all... |
"Inadequate Summer" Hanging out every Saturday night Watching you from across the room Losing touch for a all these years Giving you a second chance Knowing its frivolity Spending time at your place Playing with the dogs Eating out at a place far too expensive for either of us Picking at food we can't afford Driving two hours to the river house Saying hardly a word Laying on a beach towel Wondering what you're laughing at Sailing the high seas in a blow-up boat Driving two hours home at one in the morning Trying not to fall asleep at the wheel Listening to your stories of our "before" Trying to remember how we met Walking through the woods in our dress clothes Watching T.V. until 5 a.m. Noticing the clock every once in a while Running my fingers through tangled hair Wondering if you realize what you're doing to me Praising you for holding back Cursing you for holding back Breaking in with a credit card Getting my own key Scrambling eggs at midnight Listening to you gripe about work in the morning Smelling the chocolate chip cookies you're trying not to burn Laying in the driveway, looking up at the stars Going further and further Realizing I'm still where I started Loving you for being a friend Hating you for not giving me a chance Knowing what I want Asking myself what I should do about it Doubting I have it in me Falling into the same trap I set for myself yesterday Absorbing your callous with quiet resentment Repressing the explosion while lighting the match Trying hard not to give up Giving up trying Hanging up the phone Breaking a glass against the wall Confusing my critic with an unexpected move Waking to realize it was all a dream Bottling up the good feelings Bottling up the bad ones Separating them with a cardboard box Recalling either as the present moment dictates Being together for a couple of nights Lasting longer than I thought we would Catching a glimpse of that Hollywood gaze Laughing at myself for even half-expecting it Leaving for an opportunity Worrying things might change again Climbing a mountain to make the world make sense Giving away my last cigarette |