Woke up with fingers crossed In a boy's bed with your pants off After polite declines of coffee & toast. Walked home itching in last night's clothes Past the Phone Booth & the Beauty Bar The broken windows of your neighbors' cars Through the backdoor to a message from Sis Asking who was your New Year's kiss Took the afternoon to piece it all Plus a half a dozen phone calls Crashed a party with Larissa & Chris In pursuit of a New Year's kiss Not the way that you'd imagined it On a balcony with champagne lips But in a pantry against the pancake mix You had your New Year's kiss