While I'm waiting for something to happen
noticing bugs in the lights
cracks and imperfections
the back of your head
the sound of your voice
I'm sitting away from them all
my hair is drying slowly
you're looking away...
discussing and explaining
pink stripes and plastic
cream cheese and toasters
you're smiling briefly
looking over your shoulder
ooo-ing and ah-ing
acting with charm
not knowing what color your eyes are