Oh La La cafe, Saturday evening
It was good not to know anybody
Besides, I had my back on almost everybody
We talked in between our chicken salads
And hot caramel latte
This isn't just mentioning or list-making
This is so that you taste what we tasted
But you couldn't
It was a raisin from heaven
Not to have a soul to tell a secret
You are not that lucky, no
To have what I have
To find what I found
To be NOT with the other half of you
To have not slept with it
The truest, the closest to your
Beautiful death bed
