Me And Martha Plimpton In An Elevator

Her Golden Labrador Kissed My Index Finger

Two In The Morning, Summer Saturated

I'd Been Drinking And It'd Been Raining

And It Felt So Strange 'cause I Didn't Know What To Say

And When She Smiled I Turned Away

But That's So Like My Timid Self

Conscious Crippling

She Seemed So Friendly And I Must've Seemed Uninteresting

Soaked From Walking And Smelled Like Booze And Cigarettes

I Stood There Listening To Hear Light Breathing

And I Wanted To Say That I Really Loved Her Films

And I Wanted To Make Her Laugh And Smile But I Stood Still

I Managed To Mutter “hello”

Her Eyes Shining In The Fancy Elevator Lights

I Stood Awkwardly Hands Fluttering

The Doors Parted And She Said Goodnight To Me

And Her Voice Was Like A Song That Wouldn't Leave My Head

And I Thought “Martha I'm Running On Empty”

And I Couldn't Help But Think I'd Missed Another Chance To Live

But Isn't That The Way It Always Is?