Your Glass
I pour a glass for you, too John Denverās Take Me Home, Country Roads fills the room Steps have passed by my door but a knock never follows Where are you this evening? Because I know Thereās a party Iām missing wherever you are A fallen wreath lay out in the hall in front of an unknown neighborās door I barely noticed it as I walked past Holding the bottle of wine for 1 You wouldāve stopped, though, to repair the arrangement even if it meant being late to the party. By the way whatās our arrangement? Because I shouldnāt be crying to John Denver I guess Iām not alone, though I find comfort in knowing that three youtubers have cried to John Denver in the last month But itās a fleeting feeling knowing youāre somewhere dancing or laughing with friends, pouring your own glass of wine, trying not to spill I bet you took that Moroccan carrot salad, didnāt you? For every dinner party blessed with a Moroccan carrot salad a man must cry to John Denver Look it up I guess That was kinda funny, and im feeling a little better now I think itās time I go fix that wreath in the hall And maybe Iāll post my own YouTube comment while Iām at it Something like āFuck man - heās really speaking to me when he says āWest Virginia, Mountain Mamaā Even though Iām from California My mom spent a year of her childhood in West Virginia, though. Does that count? Anyway, Hopefully next time this will be a bottle for two.
