Napkin Poetry - Minor Majority

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