Alexander James Gopoian http://www.myspace.com/amidsttherapture   a scene what a word what a word... you jeer towards me now... saying who the hell are you to proclaim such a thing... everyone's had it... but never did they really know what it was... because it always came upon question saturday baby we'll get our groove on in our sleep... on your couch... if your parents aren't home... maybe baby in your bed... dreaming of course maybe baby.... you know me baby... maybe you don't i know myself enough to deserve your trust but the last bus that left was full of broken promises you once gave me a ticket on that bus and chased me onto it' you didn't know if you knew me enough and you don't expect much better to come into town this time round to your diner where you work to take you out roller skating after your shift of daydreaming of something more than contentment and it breaks into bleak words and statements from behind a turned-up menu Can I get the usual? familiarity fills your lungs as you disect the tonation and poise of this stranger stranger because you thought you never knew him not completely easier to throw out an asshole than someone who was worth calling in sick for awkwardness fills the air almost so pugnently it's hard to speak let alone breath I'm sorry... what would you like? you notice the scar on his wrist holding today's specials is today special or is it just the tasty meals Earl makes in the back? You know... the usual? still not wanting to believe who it is... you act like you don't know what he's been missing since he left Sorry... I don't recognize who you are? What would you like me to get you? surprisingly he gets out of his seat like you knew he would... and he says it's me... don't you remember? and now the paste you call oxygen is tasting sour so sour... you can't be his waitress... but that's not what he wanted he just wanted to take you out roller skating