and thats only the stuff you’ll see when you first step out of LAX
and she was talking and normally i look at peoples mouths when they talk
because i want to see every word.
but this time i just looked at her eyes to try to read her mind.
smart girl but i couldnt figure out if she was naive or crazy or what.
cuz i wanted to say, cant you see that you should be talking to Anyone except me tonight
you should be drinking with that loser over there, or that dbag over there
and for damn sure you shouldnt have just typed your phone number into my phone.
i was tempted to say, look in my eyes. what do you see.
but i didnt want her to look there.
i wanted her to read my lips
which were whispering
fly away little birdie
there are better branches you can coo on.
taller poles you can perch from.
cooler holes to hide in.
funner drafts to glide on.
but bars make things fuzzy, and music makes things groovy
and sometimes it doesnt matter what people say or do
theyre just gonna be into you.