we wake up
smelling like cigarettes and ash
a man in the backyard
hooking up the internet
here's your two-day love
and here's your one night stand

when she answers the door
in her underwear
and lets in the cable man

it seems like such a time when we drink away the night
no need for conversation
we both want the same thing anyway

do i get no rise
out of meeting you?
why not?

do i love myself too much?
why do you not interest me?

Here we are
sprawled out like children
like infants
gambling with our lives
and fate
like putty in our palms

Here we are
growing up
and never learning a thing
tasting the dirt and soaking up the sun

baby i never was one for conversation
and never was i one for one night stands
tonight i will hold my head high
and tomorrow
tomorrow i will wake up
ashamed and depressed like always
like ever
and you were never there
you never changed a thing