Beatrice St. E

Would you call me when you get this?

I know that there’s nothing left to fix

I just wanted to hear your voice

Would you meet me on Beatrice?

And when you reply I’m up the block

Buying my tall-cans by the buck

And when we meet for nine o’clock

My voice shakes

When I say

Everything just hurts to touch

I know I think I think about it way too much

On the pavement I spill my guts

A crowds watching but I won’t shut up

You caught me right in the middle darling

Of feeling lighter and moving on

They dim the lights and the music plays

But you catch your cab and walk away

And we head home again to separate places

You looked so good you cut your hair

Just as it was in January

Your car broke down beneath the snow

And you rubbed my hands the whole walk home

Everything just hurts to touch

I know I think I really gone and ****ed it on up

On the pavement I spill my guts

The crowds watching but I won’t shut up

You caught me right in the middle darling

Of feeling lighter and moving on

They dim the lights as the music plays

But you catch your cab and walk away

And we head home again to separate places