White bath robe meets me in the night
the butterflies in my stomach drown
in the cranberry juice and vodka.
it's been a year, perhaps, and
I always waited for another elevator
or a river bank
but they never showed their faces.
I never wanted to admit to myself
that I needed you, that I wanted you,
But here I am
I slip out of your window like a kid
up to no good, sneaking
to smoke cigarettes, blowing
smoke signals into the night sky
S.O.S LOVE IS IN THE AIR
... .. . .. ... .. . . . . ....
save me before I drown.