Found a little bar downstairs with terrible lights and perfect fries I almost sent the address then remembered why I shouldn’t So I put it in my pocket For later Saw a dog in sunglasses standing in a grocery cart You would’ve made that face the one before you say something awful Saved the picture For later I keep collecting things for later A joke a song a place a sentence Little pieces of the day with nowhere to go I didn’t know how much of my life I was saving for you There’s a movie coming Friday you’d hate the ending I know because I already hate it and I haven’t seen it yet I bought two of those stupid drinks by accident Not an accident Whatever One is still in the fridge For later Maybe missing someone isn’t staring at the ceiling Maybe it’s having too many things to tell them and nowhere to put them So I keep collecting things for later A look a thought a ridiculous little story And somehow without asking permission “later” started meaning you
