I’d Like To Stay The Night With You.

There’s a girl in southern Connecticut who drinks caramel fraps faithfully

and sings Billy Joel with everything she’s got

with such conviction and clarity

and I know its only because she couldn’t do it any different

like she’d die if anything she did wasn’t committed from passion.

But you know something?

she can’t make eye contact without biting her bottom lip

when she talks about that boy Mike and god damn,

its like one of my favorite things on this planet.

Is that wrong?

Her mouth does these unconscious half grin thing

you know, the little smile that just sneaks up on you

and not a thing could be done to stop it.


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