they're nicer to you than anyone's ever been before and
you really can't help it, and
you really can't help it, and
and then you go home
this weird urge to apologise
that time you were standing at the street fighter machine and
you stood back a little and bumped into my arm and
you didn't move away
and i didn't move away because
you didn't move away
and in retrospect i was probably just standing in the way
sorry
why do i remember
that time we drove to cypress and the fog rolled in
and we could still see the boats from the road but
not the other side of the car park when we got there
(we weren't even sure where we parked)
we got some food and i said
"be gone by maybe 5-7pm"
and it turned out i was right
always wanted to take the eurostar, found out last year i'd taken it twice
there's a small blue stain on the couch where you left a pen, you told me about it once
i'm not sure what day it is today
and he doesn't feel that way about you, but it's fine
and it really is fine
because even at your worst, you can't put all the shit you say about yourself in his mouth
because he's way too nice to ever think that about anyone
and then you go home.