The Bakery

Bad-luck weather, we'll meet in the parking lot
Flour caught in your sleeves
We could cancel the afternoon
We could just watch the world between streaks on the windshield

I bought you something that you'll never use
You brought me some thin consolation
But I don't want that, I want you

Go back to the bakery
Me I will sit and say your name
Till it don't mean anything
Then you and I will feel the same
I know you're going home earlier every day

But I'll make dinner, we'll eat in the laundry room
Where the neighbors can't see
At this point you've run through all your alibis
I've got more but you don't seem to need them

I watch you show up on my credit card
I wash you back out of my sheets
All the proof that you wanted me, gone

Go back to your movie now
Me I will sit here with my phone
Reading reviews of how heartwarming it is
I will know how your evening goes
I know you never call this late anymore

But I'll be here, all charged up
Drafting witticisms while you make love to him
I'll be here
Cabinets full of the coffee you like
I don't drink it but I'll be here
Making cups
Is it good? Is it right? Is it strong enough?
I'll be here
You'll be home
Someday you'll pull the trigger and let me go
I'll be here, parked down the road
Safe in the laundry room, flour on my clothes
I'll be everywhere alone

Couple times I've stopped into the bakery
You were there in the back
Took my time counting dimes at the register
But you never looked up through the glass

I bought some croissants that I never ate
I watched them get stale
Honey, time has it in for the things you make

Go back to the bakery
Me I will sit and watch the rain
Washing my love away
Till then I speak and speak your name
I know your husband's home
He'll hear your key and he'll say:
Look who's back from the bakery