the waitress

I wondered if I said the right thing

And wondered if you felt the same

I willed myself not to fall in love again

Now it's Sunday morning

I'm thinking about alternative timelines

I'm thinking about what Marcus said

I will myself not to think anymore

Take fist and introduce to head

Yeah

You don't know the choice, the weight of the question

How does it end if it never began

It haunts me still

That lone admission

Remind myself that we all end up the same