Love Song on Mute for the Boy Who Talks Too Much

I’ll do you wrong but you might do me good.  You’re the trouble I was always looking for.  We’re getting into it.  I’m over my head but you’re still talking about jumping in.

You sing me country songs at Mexican restaurants.  You say, “Now this is a folk song; it was never old and never new.”  It’s not about love.  It’s about time and we’re just in it.

You tell me about your motorcycle and I think, “Cowboy take me away.”  We don’t talk about where it’s going.

I carry a bottle of Jack Daniels in my purse for us.  We’ve had the best times I’ll never remember. You tell me you’ll forget me when you leave.  You say it’s out of sight, out of mind; and you’re losing both of yours. 

You say, “I never want the conversation to end.”  We drink too much and I tell you that you’re everything I forgot I came from.  I’ll never tell you where I want us to go because you make me feel at home.  I want us to stay.