Dixie Cups

I’ve been sitting shotgun smoking cigarettes out the window

I watch the people walk and the leaves fall when the wind blows

And isn't this a dream

A dance done in a distance

A soft song, we sung into existence

So sip me from a dixie cup

I’ll be your ice cube

And don’t forget the coaster causes the stain still coming through

You got a ring around your heart, a soft song I can't miss

I don’t think it was a big bang it's really just a soft kiss

Walking around I watch the clouds and count the stop signs

Always forgetting, to read about the car fines

It’s a game that I play, with whoever you are

Call it love call it god call it nothing at all

And she's the soft side of a stone that's been laying in the river

She’s a slice of the moon, she's as midnight shiver

And I'm not a gun slinging western although I have shot a shotgun

I’m not a peace prize laureate although I don't think that means shit

I’m not a heart on a sleeve

I keep mine in my pocket

Along with my keys, never knowing where I lost it

And just the other day I was looking the other way

Trying to cross the crosswalk and getting in peoples way

And I'm sorry sir, but it did just occur to me

She interrupts my daily thoughts with her love like urgency

Currently thinking back to laying in the grass and

Sun all in our eyes and both of us just laughing

Now I’m asking myself, as I trip over a curb, am I falling again?

Maybe I’m always falling and tripping

I got a lot of rusty parts but this broken hearts still kicking

And we don’t kiss standing up, we only kiss when we’re lying

When you hold me like a hand gun and squeeze me like I’m dying

And maybe I really am or I have already

I hope in hell my palms don’t get this sweaty

Some say Levee, are you using your head

I tell them no I like to think somewhere else instead

But I’m not stupid, well maybe I am

If you saw how many parking tickets I get you’d understand

And she’s like street sweeping, come every monday of the month

And leaves a ticket on my window and takes me out to brunch

But place me in your parking meter I got hold your space

Put me in your tip jar just don’t let me go to waste

I’ll be your loose change

I’ll be your lucky penny

You be the wishing well and throw me in already

Alright I’m done, no more this or that I just really, gotta get, a clue