Our Last Dance

You scowled at me
Over the top of a moleskin planner
As drown these cookies in milk
Right now, I'm just
Drawing shapes
On the table with the sweat from beneath my glass and
Everything feels just fine

Ooh didn't you threaten
That, this would be my last chance
Ooh not leaving room for Jesus and
What will be our last dance

I remember you
Hands on your hips in a velour tracksuit
Yelling at me in the street
I look back and smile
Because there I learned sometimes you work things out, kid
Other times you just fuckin' leave

Ooh didn't you threaten
That, this would be my last chance
Ooh not leaving room for Jesus and
What will be our last dance



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Hecker
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