I Would Have Waited Here All Day

There are dishes in the sink this morning
 They remind me of a dream
 There are coffee cups and empty glasses
 I laid next to a wet sponge
 I casually accept the image
 As something that I've seen
 I'm cooking breakfast
 You're on my radio
 You're dripping wet from a midday shower
 Soon you'll be drying off your dick
 I want to be romantic about it
 But there's really not much more to it
 I slip into the clothes that you bought me
 And I pull on my new boots
 I wait for you to call
 On your way home from work
 I'm saving up my moments
 For the next time that we meet
 You're cherry red, I'm a kick in the head
 And for this, I thought I would probably receive
 The afternoon is a study in stagnation
 Seems I haven't moved an inch
 I guess it stems from a form of frustration
 And how we never get enough
 I check my watch and I scratch my head
 And I walk out on the deck
 I reach into my pocket book
 And I light my last cigarette
 I'm saving up my moments
 For the next time that we meet
 You're cherry red, I'm a kick in the head
 And for this, I thought you would probably receive
 My favorite hour of any day
 Is the one before you get home
 A fading sense of anticipation
 Is something I've come to know
 I do not doubt and we will wait it out
 I would have waited here all day
 You pull around the corner
 And you park in my driveway
 You pull around the corner
 It's been a lousy day