**One Night, Same Song** You know I’ve been thinking about you all day long. The morning got it. The afternoon wore it out. By the time the light went cheap I was saying your name to a glass like the glass was gonna send you over. And I just don’t know how I will get along. Not noble. Not forever. Just tonight, just the part where the room starts leaning and my hands start telling on me. I can get along tomorrow. Tomorrow can have the apology. Tonight I don’t have a second plan. So maybe you should just come over here and do me. Don’t knock like a guest. The door already knows the argument. Come in on the wrong beat. Take the coat off the chair like you live in the mess. Put your mouth where the rant is and shut the rant up the old way. Help me find Babylon and nirvana all in the one night long and the same song. I don’t want them in order. I don’t want the lesson after the sin. I want the gold and the quiet wearing the same sweat. Babylon in the way you don’t ask. Nirvana in the minute after, when nobody is performing. *Come over, come over* *I’ve been saying it to the dark like the dark takes requests* *Do me slow, do me wrong, do me till the sentence breaks* *Babylon for the hunger, nirvana for the ache* *One night long* *Same song* *Don’t clean it up* *Don’t make me beg in a prettier voice* I tried to be a person with a day. I made the coffee. I answered the thing. I walked the long way home so the wanting would get tired. It didn’t get tired. It learned the route. Now it’s here, pacing, drunk on nothing and everything, determined as a key that won’t work until the third try. You can be the third try. Take the hallway. Take the kitchen light that makes us look worse. Take the part where I talk too much and put a hand on it. I will still talk. I’ll talk into your shoulder. I’ll say Babylon like a joke and nirvana like I mean the breathing. Same night. Same song. No intermission. No better version of me waiting in the other room. If you don’t come, I’ll keep the monologue. I’m good at the monologue. The monologue doesn’t put its keys on the table. The monologue doesn’t smell like the weather you walked through. The monologue will not do. *So come over* *While I’m still this honest and this gone* *Do me like a lock that finally catches* *Find the city and the quiet before the sun* *One night long* *Same song* *Same song* *I’m not finished wanting* *Don’t let the song finish without you*
