The Parking Lot

She said to me
"How to play your cards right"
But she took about whatever caught her eye

He said to quit that talk
Hot top, too quick to stop
Chowing down
Mystery slop

She tried to slip away that night
He tried to burn out her light
Chivalrous but not polite
Actions done in, out of spite
It doesn't have to be that way
Ring the doorbell run away
He never had something to say
And now her names in matinees

He told me not to talk a lot
(I've always got something to say)
So meet me in the parking lot
(Painted picture of your face)
It's looked for but it's never sought
(I guess it's kind of been that way)
Open up a door with haste but just to slam it in his face

She wrote his name at the end of her book
She didn't know that's the last place he'd look
Filled with regret now he lives in her debt
But he couldn't make his bed, if he tried

And every night he calls her name
He's desperate but not insane
His skin's too tight to take in change
So he'll pull a lever, flip a page
Remember every now and then
These memories how they could have been
If she stored her dreams inside a bin
To be in the parking lot again

He told me not to talk a lot
I always have something to say
So meet me in the parking lot
Keep ourselves at shoulders length
It's looked for but it's never sought
Always have something to say
Open up a door with haste but just to slam it in his face

He told me not to talk a lot
I always have something to say
So meet me in the parking lot
I'll paint a picture of your face
It's looked for but it's never sought
I guess it's always been that way
Open up a door with haste but just to slam it in his face



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