Woke up with fingers crossed In a boy's bed with your pants off After polite declines of coffee toast Walked home itching in last night's clothes
Past the Phone Booth the Beauty Bar The broken windows of your neighbors' cars Through the backdoor to a message from Sis Asking who was your New Year's kiss
Took the afternoon to piece it all Plus a half a dozen phone calls Crashed a party with Larissa Chris In pursuit of a New Year's kiss
Not the way that you'd imagined it On a balcony with champagne lips But in a pantry against the pancake mix You had your New Year's kiss