Listening to Midnights in the dark in Natchez
I thought she said she buried the hatchet
But she’s wearing it like a new dress
Not even trying to impress
And I wonder what sky
She lies under like a guy
And I’m high on frappechino
But isn’t it like a dream though
To know someone knows you well
Throughout the secrets you never tell
Just fly solo 
But it’s cooler than ice, you know
As I think of that book we bought
Queuing up in the cold we caught 
And it just reminds me of all the times
I trusted the way the sun shines
On the gap between us both
I smile still and you know it
But I say
I’m not gonna explain it away
As I do
A one times one is never two