The Steps

I'm not small, I say as I wait on the steps
You're just tall and that can't be helped well I guess
You'll ask me for my apartment number
And I'll buzz you up, to a beautiful blunder

And I don't drink coffee, you don't drink iced tea
Our flayed romance pronounced dead on the scene
But you didn't seem to get the message
Hung around like a bat or an extra appendage

And we were always messing around
Playing emotional chicken, I lost and you found
I wouldn't mind taking you to New York City
We didn't make plans, but you made sure to kiss me

Until the night we unraveled our skin
Made it clear, it's just fun, nothing serious, and
I drove myself home without a second glance from you
'Course I wouldn't know, I chose not to turn too

Now I pace myself with a bottle of wine
And let currant affairs take the edge off tonight
But you don't dare ask any of our friends about me
Because that kind of weakness might make you start doubting

And we slide on like soaps, all the days of our lives
'Til you see me one Sunday, your aunt had just died
And I'm wearing red, I look like a crime scene
And you make a comment about both our bad timing

Hah hah
Hah ah ah
Hah
Hah

I'm not small I say as I wait on the steps
You're just tall and that can't be helped well I guess
You won't ask me for my apartment number
'Cause it's burned in your mind like you used a hot poker

And I don't drink coffee, you don't drink iced tea
Our flayed romance went and rose a zombie
But we don't bother with apprehension
The future's for figuring out
I give you my present