You were folding up the flyers
At that faded record shop
Ink on all your fingers
Kept on talking
Wouldn’t stop
You laughed about your hometown
Said you’d never go back there
I pretended I was listening
I was busy with your hair
I never learned your name
But I remember how you’re standing in the doorway
Saying you should go
I never learned your name
But I can hear your jacket rustling on the subway
Like it was years ago
Oh
I never learned your name
Still you show up anyway
You were circling a movie
On a crumpled magazine
Said
“We should go on Tuesday”
Like you knew what that would mean
But I joked about the popcorn
You rolled your tired eyes at me
We both knew I’d lose that number
Like I lose my house keys
