He was wearing too much beige
When we bled onto the same page
Met me in the middle laughing
‘Cause love is at the heart of rage
He put me on a list and I
Called him a phase but
We’re not short on time and
It’s always today

He’ll tell you his story
But his eyes plead “don’t bore me.”
They whisper: “Show me
Something real.”
He can’t stay in one place
Afraid this great chase
Is better than what’s right here.

He’s a real salesman, yeah
I know all his lines
Says he hates drama but
A hundred commas say otherwise
I wonder if he knows it
When he lies, maybe
We are all just selling what we think
People wanna buy

Dancing in the streets of Denver
You’ve got one thing to remember
Don’t you waste away this splendor
You’ve got one thing to remember

I told him
You don’t light my fire
And I can’t control yours
Even if I wanted to
That’s not my ******* chore, so
So I stood near and I watched him
As he watched me grow brighter
We shared in the warmth
but we each had our own lighter

It’s the brightest of flames make for the
Quickest of burning
A lesson that I wish
Still needed learning
So I’m leaving in the morning
Heavy with mourning
“That’s a strong word” he said
“Not really” I told him.

(Dancing..)

Strangers in the morning
Unless he wakes up in my arms, maybe
Someday he’ll believe I never
Meant him any harm
But I can’t slap you awake this time, no
I can’t slap you awake this time

He’ll tell you his story
But his eyes plead “don’t bore me”
They whisper “Show me
Something
real.”