I Can't Drink This Coffee Until I Put You In My Closet

I think last night, you were driving circles around me.

The night was so mysterious...the air damp. I was floating five feet above ground and it seemed completely normal.

As I watched you from behind, I could not see your face but knew you were happy. The surrounding world revolved like a giant rolling ball. The same nine or eleven houses over and over. That same blue car. That same tree and bush. There went that cat again.

I think last night, you were driving circles around me.

You jogged and jogged. Your pony tail bounced happily. Your blue shorts flapped in the wind...I kept thinking how I had never seen those shorts before. Then again, I don't ever remember you jogging outside either.

As I followed you, I made sure to stay far enough behind that you would never suspect anyone was following you. You just kept on jogging. The night became haunting. The repetitious jog and follow became too familiar, as if we were caught in a video game and I could not escape the role playing scenario.

I could of followed you for hours. I could of watched you just be happy jogging for days, never allowed to see your face...never letting you know I was in your presence.

Then I had to squint my eyes. There was sun. It blinded me and my eyes closed...

It's not this quiet.

If I pad through the dark, can I call you on the phone?

If I push your old numbers will your house ring...

Will you slide down your receiver, sprint across the wire, follow my number and slide into my hands?

'Til I wake your ghost

I can't drink this coffee until I put you in my closet.

Take it from me, you're not that tough.

I think last night, you were driving circles around me.