In the middle of nowhere town

I want to drink the graying sky

because the streetlights

are no match for the glint in your eyes

and they yellow and they crack

they seem to cry upon the street

to the slippery wet asphalt

under my feet

"Oh" is just a word

kinda quiet with discomfort

I imagine that they whisper it to each other

"Oh" is just a sound,

kinda softer with the pleasure

of another intimate night in rainy weather

should we kiss and they tell

I think my eyes would blink and fill

to a memory

that the streetlights recall all too well

should I cry and they see

the silly smirk you use on me

all the streetlights in D.C. would twitch in grief for me

"Oh" is just a word

more than full of quiet longing

I imagine that they hear it from distant lovers

"Oh" is just a sound

a poor excuse for comfort

but sometimes when you leave

thats all I can really utter.



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