radio

I'm feeling much better,
but maybe I'm not
Not like when we cut through the bank parking lot.
They closed all the sidewalks,
so only the cars could get through,
I didn't know how to drive so I
got stuck with you.
You let me play with your radio,
listening to “Papa was a Rodeo”
It's taken me years to get over…

The wind was howling down Nineteenth Street,
but I had to escape the park where we'd meet,
I ran into James at the grocery
where he had some kind of new prayer for me
I don't remember how it goes,
I think he heard it on the radio,
and when I recited it I was alone…

We slept in your dungeon of a room,
where we would pretend we could see the moon,
we had nothing to say, so we didn't try,
but now how I wish I had looked in your eyes.
You were feeling something that I didn't know,
they sang about it on the radio,
and it's taken you years to get over…

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