one, two, three

dark dark room
until the wall projects a glow
bright and blue.
she sits there,
right next to you
with her eyes glued
and her hand cold and smooth,
"shhh," she tells you
cause the previews are through
and the first scene is the most important
to pay attention to.

maybe she heard you thinking?
because your mouth wasn't moving
and your lips weren't speaking
in fact,
you may have been sleeping...
cause this whole night is like
one, two, three,
if you know what i mean...
because you both sit there,
and it doesn't mean anything!
she's just someone to bring
to midnight at the movies.

black goes best with white

tuesday afternoon,
nothing to do
so it's just as good a time as any to take a drive,
besides,
i'd go anywhere for you

there's a back-stage room
at every venue
with drinks, a couch, and a phone in case you want to be alone
or call home
to the people who miss you

but you're in the dressing room
picking out a dress and some boots,
you make up your mind and say, "black goes best with white",
then you smile
like you did back in '72

you can only play a few
so, some are old and some are new
but, new or old, the sad ones sink like a stone,
heavy and slow
like you knew exactly who to sing to

i sit still in my seat,
did everyone leave?
or am i just imagining? cause the way you sing
makes it seem
like it's just you and me...

-kayla

you would never know

it rained a little last night
but you would never know,
because of the way i hide things,
like how i cover up my sadness with a smile
and my anger with nervous laughter
but you...
you would never know
because you think out loud,
and you never stop talking
long enough to know that it's raining,
a downpour across the room
so heavy
that it doesn't even feel like rain anymore,
it's so heavy
like a sea of water that fell all at once,
after all this time,
but somehow your clothes stay dry
while mine
get soaked,
drenched
and cold
but you...
you would never know.