The Post Office

When we met at the post office my friends were still at the bar and I felt a little guilty walking right past their parked car
See, I hadn't gone to bed, which is where I totally said I'd be
I got busted, but I had to see you
Uh-huh
I think we both needed to see what would happen
Sitting on a bench out in front of that locked up Brooks Pharmacy
We were listening to flags clack against flagpoles
So cold my teeth were chattering
I found it hard to look at your face and it killed me how our knees kept touching
If we can't have it all, can't we at least have someone? 'Cause the feeling last summer was confusing as hell
Windows, and doors, and carpeted floors
Some nights it was hard to tell where the day would begin and the evening would end
So we'd stay up all afternoon so we could feel it all again with the best kind of insomnia
Without everything; we felt alive
How the tree branches reached to your room
How we sat still like stills at a Goodnight Moon
Your arms heavy and waving like an orthodontist's x-ray when you told me to stay and I remained
We walked home in silence and stood in front of my car
You got in and rolled the windows down; turned the radio on
And me, I started driving; last one on the road
I said, "where are we going?" And you said, "just go"
Yeah, you said "just go"