i'll figure out what you said
when all the flirting has been had
and the heads have turned and rolled
down the gutter of waking up old

coffee is silent, no time to scream
neither on edge nor in-between
pages bookmarked incorrectly
last week's trash longs to be free

what the sun is trying to say
is i wish you'd go away
put me back on the beach with a tan
and give me a girl that needs a man