The Place That I Work - Saint Sister, Lisa Hannigan

The day you walked into the book store

Waving cross the aisle

Truth is I was glad to see you

Though I couldn’t smile

I thought about the last time we spoke

What you said had hurt

Oh and now you show up talking nicely

In the place that I work

And I know it’s been a month or two

But surely you remember

Oh why did you pick now to show up

Last day of December

And no this isn’t a good time

But yes I’d like to talk

Maybe you should stay a while

We could take a walk

And I wish I wasn’t so nervous

But you put me on edge

Last time that I saw you

Our legs were swinging from the ledge

Of the window at that party

I remembr the feel of it

And how fucking real was it

When w had it all

And we had it all

I can’t count the nights we stayed up

Talking miles in subtleties

Now I can’t bear to catch your eye

Or stray from pleasantries

And I know that I don’t have the right

To say this anymore

But I love you

Won’t you hang around

I get off at four

The day you walked into the book store

Waving cross the aisle

Truth is I was glad to see you

Though I couldn’t smile

I thought about the last time we spoke

What you said had hurt

Oh and now you show up talking nicely

In the place that I work