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
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
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Writer(s): Gemma Catherine Doherty, Morganaigh Margaret Macintyre
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