In Her Panties Till Daybreak
I think about her and the way she stares at me. In my mind I speak new words to her. Forever in my line of sight. She has to know how she makes me feel. I get confused and anxious within seconds…wait…you said I did those things that brought you. I was never looking for anything. I wasn’t supposed to be there that night.
Friends wanted to hang out and have some drinks. I was persuaded, but I wasn’t looking for anything. Across the room there was you. For a moment I was interested, but I really wasn’t looking for you. I wasn’t checking for you, and I wasn’t asking about you. I was never looking for anything. I love observing the environment, but I don’t pick the flowers because they don’t hold their beauty. You said I said some things against the music. But those things, I never said them out loud — I mean at all.
You said those things I said came from me so freely. Human nature speaks so well from tall glasses and open tabs, but I swear I’m confident I never said those things. I saw you but I never wanted you. Someone else wanted you more than you think you wanted me. I wanted to go home, but not home with you. You wanted to go home with me; your home with me, behind closed doors with you where you would soon please me.
You said I said those things before and after those drinks. I tried to convey to you that daybreak would never catch me next to you outside these jeans. Why do you believe I said those things, and not think it was you who had those drinks?
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