Polite Damage

[Verse 1]
Leo, your name came up on my phone today
An Uber receipt from November '18 to the Doug Fir Lounge
I remember the plastic pine-tree smell and the cold of the seat
The specific way you laughed at the driver, the sound

[Chorus]
And for a second, my thumb just hovered
A pulled thread on a Goodwill sweater
God, it's so dumb we don't talk to each other
Is this better?

[Verse 2]
The GE fridge hums a note that's a little bit flat
Maya's asleep and the living room's blue from the screen
I can see the layer of dust on the speaker cone from where I sat
A perfect, settled, comfortable, quiet, routine scene

[Chorus]
And for a second, my thumb just hovered
A pulled thread on a Goodwill sweater
God, it's so dumb we don't talk to each other
Is this better?

[Bridge]
"You're my guy, for life," that's what you said
Drunk on the porch steps, cigarette going dead
It's embarrassing to think how much I believed it then

[Chorus]
And for a second, my thumb just hovered
A pulled thread on a Goodwill sweater
God, it's so dumb we don't talk to each other
Is this better?
(Music cuts out)

(4 seconds of silence)

[Outro]
Anyway. Just saw the receipt.