Red

Should I go back home?
Should it be this hard?
Here in my yard, then into room.
I think about it as I crack a Moosehead
Who’s that coming home, to you Red?

You wonder why I’m alone
I wonder why too
A clue so few on my birthday night
I asked you to dance
You smiled. Let me twirl.
I can’t even dance.
Still remember the pants on your lesbian girl

You see me ahead, you see me behind
You see me blind
To the things that we’re learning
Hard to reason when emotion keeps burning

Sometimes I can’t believe it
We last talked about when?
I’m moving back
Means I’m leaving again

Should the time find us both?
Would it be divine...
Imagine we took the oath?
A page out of Rhianna’s book
Somehow not a surprise, and possibly right
Into your arms and with you into the night

Then again you probably already did
The months and years can seem so short
He was the tall sort
Fate chose a name of Matthew on that kid

You’re poking me to do it
I’m poking too
Remember nudges
A clue so few under light at night
You smiled. Let me twirl.
I can’t even dance.
Still remember the pants on your lesbian girl.

Sometimes I can’t believe it.
We last talked about when?
I’m moving back.
Means I’m leaving again.