Sweet water dripping from a vine on one day of thaw. I see my reflection in an icy pool and have to wonder, if there were anyone here at all, what they would see.
The heavy tires throw up frost and slush. The light is on in the window, the sign says open.
sweet on me
she’s sweet on me
like honey on bread
she’s sweet on me
sweet in my head
sweet like the sugar
that takes the edge off black coffee
at two in the morning
with the breakfast she brings me
she’s sweet on me
like honey on my bread
she’s sweet on me
sweet in my head
sweet like the syrup
on the edge of my table knife
we’re all alone in the diner
she’s quick and she’s quiet
and I’m just rolling through
I leave it all on the check for you
theres rain on my window
there’s a tape in the deck
the sweetest songs are the best
she’s sweet on me
like honey on my bread
she’s sweet on me
sweet in my head