You have a brand new phone and vintage tee,
Black lipstick with high heels on cobblestones,
You have a sequin smile, don't look at me.
Dancing in your Levi's, but I in bones.
Not well under a streetlight, I knew you
Were not going with me on that Wednesday.
Saturday, felt like a cardigan through
And through twenty lifetimes on the byway.
Downtown drives in the antique cars chasing
Peter and Wendy losing each other,
Running away like water embracing
And chasin' shadows that are more smoother.
Why aren't you standing in my front porch light?
I knew you wanted to make it alright.
