broke down waiting for my clothes to dry
friday would have been so perfect for the likes of you and i
holding on in plastic chairs against all reasonable odds
damning the past with heart-felt sadness and calm lake-surface nods

nothing new to learn about one another except who cheated on who first
yearning for a vodka tonic as if there was nothing left of us but thirst
i loved you again for a moment when you demanded that i leave
standing in the doorway frowning, begging for a sign that i still believe