I got your message, this time,
and I’m not sure what to say,
‘cause I guess I’ve been on your mind,
and I guess I could say the same.
I thought of calling you,
but I remembered how you
only ever answered on the fourth ring,
and the thing is, I’m not one for waiting.
Girl, you’re otherworldly,
like the stars you’re obsessed with
and everything else that goes over my head.
I’m not sure of anything when I think about you,
although I’m halfway sure of something, sometimes.
Are you waiting for me, girl,
to grace you with reply,
and undoubtedly find myself
in a tangle of words and limbs
and that inexplicable something
that I find in your eyes?
I can tell you it’s not tonight,
‘cause I don’t have the right change
or the gumption to go out and cash a dollar in
because I’m not sure it’s even worth it.