The television is a date-stamping machine It's playing a movie I saw with my dad When I was fifteen Some winter break When every lake was frozen clean A dirty snow bank, a worried low tank Of gasoline The television is filling up with snow And the dense contents of every night I ever did know Down Livernois at the Big Boy I let it go But late at night the reruns bite of the 90s sitcom show At the library you were a date-stamping machine You'd stamp my hand when I'd come and stand Against your desk and lean In so sweetly, not discreetly nor obscene Aw, my little date-stamping machine