I stood underneath a street light,
Hoping I would get a bright idea
When the sun went down.
It didn't work.

I walked home and every thought of you
That I pushed from my mind got caught  
In the ends of my hair
And slapped me in the face  
Every time the wind blew.

Somebody yelled, "Nice ***!"  
Out of their truck as they flew past me.
It would have been a compliment
If only they'd said,  
"You're beautiful!" instead.

There was something about the moon
Being out before it was actually dark
That hurt my feelings the same way
You never thought you did.

I remembered I forgot  
To tell you something.
I forgot to remember  
When I got home.
When I got home,
The door opened with a sigh
As if to say, "I'm glad you're home."
As if to say, "I missed you."
As if to say, "Silly girl,  
Doors don't care if you ever open them."