She’s Waiting

I Never said that you're the only one

You wouldn't know it by a photograph

Only once to the best of my love

I've left the room with the projector on

I palm the sun over the sea levee

I see it break curtains come morning

I see you and yours, who was i calling?

I've practiced lying since i was 14

Theres no telling of who i might be

An almost dozen to a morning glass

That last piece of all damp air

While i'm counting pours on your shower head

I met their shoulders but didn't touch a face

I watch for hours, of course i'll wait

I clench and row by folded air

I've known only each to their own way

You're so tall, so beautiful and not mine