Light Breathing (Me And Martha Plimpton In A Fancy Elevator)

Me and Martha Plimpton in an elevator
 Her golden labrador kissed my index finger
 Two in the morning, summer saturated
 I'd been drinking and it'd be raining
 And it felt so strange, 'cause I didn't know what to say
 And when she smiled, I turned away
 But that's so like me, timid, self conscious, crippling
 She seemed so friendly and I must have seemed uninteresting
 Soaked from walking and smelled like booze and cigarettes
 I stood there listening to her light breathing
 And I wanted to say that I really loved her films
 I wanted to make her laugh and smile but I stood still
 I managed to mutter hello
 Her eyes shining in the fancy elevator lights
 I stood awkwardly, hands fluttering
 The doors parted and she said goodnight to me
 And her voice was like a song that wouldn't leave my head
 And I thought, Martha I'm running on empty
 Well, I couldn't help but think I missed another chance to live
 But isn't that the way it always ends?
 The way it always ends