you see I get you
two times a week
if it's convenient
for you
but there are times
when it's not tuesday or friday
that I need somebody at my side
but that'll never be
for like always
you don't care for me
like I care
for you

the loneliness converged
the pain was so great
I thought
dear god
how can I let this out
and there was a silent flash
of electric blue
I look out
and in the light of the single street lamp
the sky
was crying for me

The song
playing in this cafe
is an indie movie cliche
and it makes nothing else matter
besides the empty seat in front of me
and how I wish
there a was a man in it
I could smile at
and maybe
play a little footsie