I’m not just going to sit here
Waiting for you
To go in
And get her on the desk
Yes, you are
I know you are
I know what you’re up to
You park everywhere
And you leave me sitting
And I’m not playing around
With it anymore
You want to leave somebody sitting
You bring her out
And leave her in the car sitting
This isn’t like when we were kids
And you’d have me down at the river
Sitting while you were making out
With girls behind the trees
Then as soon as they fall for you
You don’t have time for them anymore
And I have to sit with them
While they cry
And they always cry
And I have to tell them
They’re get over it
Even though they never do
That’s what’s going to happen with her
You’re going to take her on the desk
While her boss is out for lunch
And you’ll get her thinking
That it’s all spontaneity and surprise with you
But it’s not
She’s going to walk outside
After she gets off work
All warm and happy
Because somebody loves her
And wants her
That’s the part
That gets to people
Anybody can love you
But for somebody to want you?
You know how many people
In the world
Are wanted by someone else?
Most of us
Just do the wanting
And the waiting
The sitting in parked cars
With the engines running
Because you can’t even
Be bothered
To take your time
And afterwards you’ll tell her
It was just because
You were worried
Her boss would come back
And she’ll think you’re considerate
She’ll come out in the Buffalo snow
And kick her way down the street
Walking home in the cold
And not even feeling it
Not even trying
To catch the bus
She takes home
I love this girl
And I don’t even know her
Because I know who you go after
And I know
I always wind up
With my hand on their shoulders
Listening to them
Beg me to put in a good word
Like it would matter
Once they want you
And they think
You want them
They can’t want
Anybody else
That’s how you are
With everybody
It’s how people like you are
You come in like a song
And it’s all anybody can hear
And it gets locked in your throat
And then the next thing you know
Two minutes goes by
And it’s over
But you keep humming it
And humming it
And the fucking singer
Mumbles so bad
You don’t even know
The words to this thing
You can’t get out of your head
You’re up on a desk
With your legs in the air
While some poor fucker
Sits outside
With the engine running
And the whole world
Is waiting on somebody
Who’s waiting on somebody
Who doesn’t give a fuck
How long he keeps
Anybody waiting
Somewhere in there
Somebody would call that love
Love, right?
A song you wish
You never fucking heard
That you can’t get out of your head
Kicking your way down the street
Just kicking and wishing
You couldn’t hear anything
That sounded like music
Ever
Again
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