Yogurt
His fingers were thin, toes wrinkled, nose clean. There's a stain on my jeans, yogurt
He was nervous, on the surface but he looked calm,. He reminded me of Humphrey Bogart.
I look up at him saying, It’s time you go, it’s almost dawn.
We’re losing the night but we hug one last time. This remarkable phenomenon.
Now he’s gone, I didn’t mourn. I still smile when I think. I’m remembering his moves and I really felt a thing,
Now he’s gone, I didn't mourn. I don’t think he felt a thing. I’m just another night. And he’s yogurt on my jeans.
His fingers were thin, toes wrinkled, nose clean. There's a stain on my jeans, yogurt
He was nervous, on the surface but he looked calm,. He reminded me of Humphrey Bogart.
I look up at him saying, It’s time you go, it’s almost dawn.
We’re losing the night but we hug one last time. This remarkable phenomenon.
Now he’s gone, I didn’t mourn. I still smile when I think. I’m remembering his moves and I really felt a thing,
Now he’s gone, I didn't mourn. I don’t think he felt a thing. I’m just another night. And he’s yogurt on my jeans.