Note: Coming across this was a bit of a surprise–I don't remember writing it. I assume I meant to write more, but am glad I didn't; I like it just like this.
I am thinking about those late, drunken nights when you'd worked all the angles and talked all the talk, but still every pair of legs has walked out of your reach, except mine. Then we'd catch a cab, and fumble with wallets and 20s, and then through the gate and the door and two flights of harshly-lit stairs to your apartment.
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Once you described music you wanted to write: It would end on an uplifting note so as to seem like it stopped in the middle. This is like that. The note that stops in the middle. But when you think about the whole thing later, it's a complete song.
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