de novo, o mraz.

I knew you wanted something from the bar last night, so I ordered it. But you never came, so I drank it. I played a short set last night. I knew you 'd have some requests. And though you never came, I still sang them.

Today I feel dirty and my hair confused, but in a romantic Neal Cassidy kind of way. I'll have to rock the same socks and jocks as yesterday all for the love of you and the game. I can hide my shame under my hat while an old toothbrush takes me back. That's close enough for jazz and good enough for rock and roll.

It was only a Thursday after all. You didn't miss anything. It was I who missed you.

-m



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