Matt was borne of a need to drink and write about it without his employer thinking that he was dragging his own name through the gutters.
Only recently resurrected to hide amorous intentions, he intends to dropp a few bombs and then lurk to see what she says.
Whatever.
I try to stay professional
I say nothing about it
although everyone has lost their faces
and put on yours
...
Once you mistook me
for the menace, the menace
Oh, if you'd only know...
'Cause you can only drive down main street
...
If I could make you stop
for a moment
and not entertain yourself
not sing or be sung to
...
You are too sweet
Much sweeter than I remember
Did you lose your cynical edge along the way?
Or has age and the love of a good woman tempered you?
...
the last day at the baylands
and already it's rained
but the sky is that blue for now
and the geese buzz me
...