Lyric

The bus rolls on through rainy streets

You smoke a poem at your window seat

The world refused to spin again

And you're still waiting — but not for when

Your coat smells like the bitter rain

Too much bar smoke, not enough flame

The hallway light begins to fade

Like you do when I’ve gone away

In between years, between two days

Between the questions no one prays

Between the sighs drawn on your skin —

I stand and don’t know who you’ve been

You say it’s just another phase

But it’s been seventeen damn days

We hang like laundry in the hall

And no one wants to hold us at all

In between nights, in borrowed time

Between the things we leave behind

Between two songs, off-beat and blurred —

We're far too much, and never just

I’ll bring your books back tomorrow

And your old sweater

If I remember