Napkin Poetry

Lyrics

I came to feel the Lemonheads Or whatever you wanted to feel When Juliana played the bass guitar And the smoke was too thick to breathe They came on late, looking like they'd rather be at home That was fashionable back then Evan wore his favorite T that I recalled from posters on her wall Some country dude from way back when I knew she'd be there anyway So I didn't care to call A few nervous drinks and then we headed back To the posters on her wall Two more weeks of school and then we're off forever You might have told me not to wait I wrote napkin poetry on days skipping towards the summer Another leap of faith Fall brings out the best in me The cold resides inside my chest When the leaves pile up in heaps around the trees Then I am at my best But no amount of calm can me forget what I want Or the chances that I blew So while I wait for winter and for darkness to arrive I long for something new I spin the record patiently I like the fact it's not too long Juliana plays the bass guitar And Evan still cares for his songs So I write napkin poetry but never about her Or the way we ought to be Josephine she slipped into those summer nights But Alison's still happening to me