Laps.

we are talking and you go that way
i can see the cracks in the pavement
you dont like this spot
you dont like it all
now you have to carry all this stuff down the stairs
i could just go with you
so goddamn sassy
and you just go that way
i scramble for the door and the key
i find my feet and i lose them again
you just keep walking that way
i could swear a raindrop just hit me
but the temperature is nice i guess
but we are just in the parking lot
and this might just be the biggest cliché
but i love the way your ass moves
when
you
walk
away
such poetry written in the heat