There's a woman on the porch With a bottle and a bag And a box of Lucky's Chinese She's asleep And the sun is peeking from behind the homes On the other side of the street I lock up and fuck off Survey the scene Little bugs start biting at my skin There's spray paint on the doors Of the neighbors with the numbered window decals From last Halloween Last night at the bar From a table in the backyard Where the townies could not overhear We made our exchange How little we had changed Anxious and unsure and weird A good friend says goodbye We go inside And you scratch at an old wound You ask: "How the hell If I felt like I felt with you Did I move on so soon?" Then a glass hits the floor From here I see the door And we know it's our time to leave We wait for your ride With you standing by my side And you know it ain't me that you need