13 Months in 6 Minutes

Not yet 21 Introductions done First slow dance just ends I was at my best We ignored the rest My band and your friends But as better night became best day We left the party while last records played What started as dessert back at your house Ended on the couch Hours in your mouth Sunday's on our hands We followed were it led I followed you to bed We started secret plans Forward 7 months Only seen you once I never call on time Trying to seem tough One visit's enough Enough to keep you mine Of course it wasn't We were done by June You'd graduate and leave for London soon Your layover at Newark's near my house Met for dinner there Just one hour to spare Your 20s all mapped out I'm in my driest drought Feeling old and shot and how And this is what I thought I seem to still be caught I'm a footnote at best I envy who comes next Wish we could just make out 'The hour's almost up' You said into your cup And it makes no difference now As I help lift your bags out I'm lost and out of rope While on my wrist you wrote Your newest number down I kind of said your name But you'd turn to your plane So I backed my car out I knew we'd never write Somehow it seemed all right This counts as calling three years out