And if I thought her hair looked okay
For that peace to be mine"
New stories to be told
My life may not be something special
We discovered we are both
And there will be a new generation of anger
We grew out of the small talk
But I said, "I don't know if I can wait
And I looked underneath
We shared a brief bus stop
And she said, "Yeah
I said, I think we need new responses
She gave me her smile
Against the underside of our thighs
Pleasantly furious half of the time
But it's never been lived before"
She asked me for a light
Each question's a revolving door
When we're not just toeing the line
When we grow old
We sat underneath the shelter
On one of those in between days
The bench was cold
As the rain came down outside
We've been waiting for this bus
Into stuff strangers just don't say
At the lipstick on her teeth
And she said, "Well, you know
We decided our urgency will wane
