Elliot Moss A Change In Diner
We order coffee in a loud diner
Fitting words in between plates
And we brace
Wondering who'll be the one to stay
I list with the bitterness in your last face
Every goddamn phrase replayed
Years of doubt given pride of place
Well that's a hell of an aftertaste
That's a hell of an aftertaste
Hands on head
Fingers neatly laced
Elbows hugging the knees
Close the doors, close the doors
Oh you'd kill
To forget this place
And all the reasons you came
Close your eyes, close your eyes
Close the doors, close the doors
Quiet comfort in a loud diner
Vibrating, we are one of many more
Drifting backward in our school
Lost in the bubbles of the fray
My neighbor slowly swept away
Our table clears in a rush of blood
Holding our jaws tight we brace
For a hell of an aftertaste
That's a hell of an aftertaste
Hands on head
Fingers neatly laced
Elbows hugging the knees
Close the doors, close the doors
Oh you'd kill
To forget this place
And all the reasons you came
Close your eyes, close your eyes
Close the doors, close the doors
Close the doors, close the doors
Close the doors, close the doors
Close your eyes, close your eyes
Close your eyes, close your eyes
Close your eyes, close your eyes
Close your eyes, close your eyes
