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The chairs go up across the room

Our table's still a little mess

You brush some sugar off your sleeve

I pull my coat across my knees

I say, "I'd like to do this again

Just us, if you'd like that too"

You look up from the coffee menu

I nearly laugh and take it back

I could make light of what I said

And change the subject to the rain

But I meant every word of it

So I don't add a single thing

Your turn, the coffee's almost cold

You hold your cup; I watch your hands

Your turn, before we call it a night

Tell me if you'd call this a date

The server brings the bill in silence

You thank her, then look back at me

I slide my spoon around the saucer

And stop before it makes a sound

You take a breath; I nearly answer

A question you haven't asked yet

I know I fill a quiet moment

With anything I won't regret

But nothing broke when I said "us"

You haven't looked toward the door

I don't need clever words to fix it

Or jokes to take back what I said

Your turn, the coffee's almost cold

You hold your cup; I watch your hands

Your turn, before we call it a night

Tell me if you'd call this a date

I set my spoon beside the cup

There's no more sugar left to stir

I want to know what you are thinking

Enough to let you find the words

Your turn, the coffee's almost cold

You hold your cup; I watch your hands

Your turn, before we call it a night

Tell me if you'd call this a date

I look up now and meet your eyes

No "just kidding" under my breath

I let the quiet stay between us

And wait to hear what happens next

The cup is cold between my hands

I stay right here and let you speak