The Place That I Work

The day you walked into the bookstore Waving cross the aisle Truth is I was glad to see you Though I couldn't smile I thought about the last time we spoke What you said had hurt Oh and now you show up talking nicely In the place that I work And I know it's been a month or two But surely you remember Oh why did you pick now to show up Last day of December And no this isn't a good time But yes I'd like to talk Maybe you should stay a while We could take a walk And I wish I wasn't so nervous But you put me on edge Last time that I saw you Our legs were swinging from the ledge Of the window At that party I remember the feel of it And how fucking real was it When we had it all And we had it all I can't count the nights we stayed up Talking miles in subtleties Now I can't bear to catch your eye Or stray from pleasantries And I know that I don't have the right To say this anymore But I love you Won't you hang around I get off at four The day you walked into the bookstore Waving cross the aisle Truth is I was glad to see you Though I couldn't smile I thought about the last time we spoke What you said had hurt Oh and now you show up talking nicely In the place that I work