We would talk for hours
But looking back
I can't remember what was said
Because we were just talking
About nothing in particular
Nothing of importance
But those conversations
Were always my favorite

Because darling
Its what I do
I push and shove
And drive them away
Then when they're gone
I simply wait
Its not long before
They come crawling back
Begging forgiveness
Like it was their fault
But you and me
We know the truth

That crazy colored tribal pattern
That almost matches your purse
With the edges that are fraying
And the rubber that's separating

From the streets of downtown Oly
To the sandy shores of the beach
Down the Cherry Creek Trail
And Easton Town Center Mall

Soles worn down and coming out
White rubber now turned brown
Seams pulling out, fabric ripped
Stretched and worn to a perfect fit

CO to WA, OH to ON
All around and back again
Mountains, plains, oceans, and streets
They're always on my feet

I've been up for too many hours

Correction, for too many days

But how can I sleep at all

When you haven't said goodnight