Ooh ooh why didn’t I remember
My lips curved around yours when the photo booth curtains closed
I would have caught myself in the spiral.
Into tight spaces is where you left my poetry
In pages of books on dirty shelves and drunken stories
It was nothing to remember
We left thinking that a matchstick would ignite and words
Would spread into quilts of warmth.
Ohh ooh taste that feeling of regret after the fun is over
