The weight around my belt And I can't help admit Truly what I felt When I saw you I took out the morning trash Subway down the track I opened the door to see your face light up with shirts In a dirty soiled place Stories about the past Cigarettes and freckly skin It's just another way to say that I'm not just another fool Who drinks IPAs in that vestibule The bottle starts to crack Shattering my facetime By the noise of a poor connection Reflection of a dog who lost his collar How am I supposed to call her back by 4:17